Wind blowing, through the open
Rolled down window.
A light breeze.
The soft sound of Tennessee Whisky, playing on the radio.
Drowning out the sound,
Of silence.
You look over, instantly
You're in love, with that
Big bright smile of his.
Reaching over, his hand
Lightly brushing your thigh.
Sending a warm frenzy,
Over your small frame.
Softly he grabs your hand,
Holding it in his.
Bringing it to his lips,
Kissing it so softly.
That's when you know.
