mudermeart

He holds me in his arms, Safe from anything that harms. I feel his lips, they brush my ear, On with the whispers, And good-bye to my fears. The ever so familiar feeling, Of an tender kiss he's stealing. With his lips upon my own, Just close enough and far away, To chill me too the bone. Do I dare move closer? This kiss is music, Do I dare be the composer? I jump the gun, And impulse ahead. Through this kiss, I repeated back exactly what he said. I love you.