Every time, he is in my presence.
I can feel the butterflies flaunting around in my stomach.
Adding onto my nervousness.
The warmth of his skin. The fact that it's brushing against mine.
Is making me feel giddy inside.
He leans in, his face is closing in as the butterflies swarm into the pit of my beating heart.
Dancing around, so carefree.
If only I can be like that on the outside.
My cheeks become a rosy, pink.
The temperature gradually increases.
My heart begins to skip some beats.
I rip my hands from the grasp of invisible chains that had a tight grip on my wrists.
Haltingly wrapping my arms around his neck.
His luscious, warm, pink lips finally connect with mine.
So sweet. Like pink cotton candy.
Pink.
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Life in Color
Poetry"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK...
