The night was cold,
Jack Frost's breath fogged your car's window.
As we sat in the back of your car
Your body heat gave warmth to my shivering skin,
Your face so close to mine
Your gentle hands caressed my arm back and forth.
The night was biting my skin with frozen fangs,
But with your arms wrapped around me so tightly
You were lava sizzling through Jack Frost's wrath.
As I reached in for a kiss
Closer and closer,
Your cherry lips touching mine
I felt like Titanic sinking into your ocean.
Instead of the bitter cold
A fresh breeze feathered through my body
As if Fall returned with blazing colors,
Even with eyes closed
Your presence illuminated in the darkness
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Hydrangea
PoetryApology and gratitude. The act of developing a deeper understanding between two people. Heartfelt and honest emotions. I admire the meaning of this flower. Not only is its beauty captivating, but what she symbolizes has my heart clenching onto her e...
