I grab you hand, laughter ringing behind us, I place my finger on my lips as we sneak away from the reception. We get outside and you smile at me. I haven't stopped smiling, the sun is setting and you pull me close to you as a slight chill fills the air. "Its going to be a beautiful summer night." You say in a husky whisper. I gaze into your eyes, a mix of desire and love fill them. "How does it fell, to be Mrs. Pierre?" You say, pulling me even closer. I lean my head against your chest and sigh happily, "Perfect." You kiss my forehead and I look up into your eyes, "Perfect." You echo. Then we kiss while the sky sets fire as the sun disappears.
This blog is a piece of its writer. A peek into a mind that can't be read. A glimpse into a story never told. A beauty like no other. Indulge in the words of a young girl who write to spill the contents of the baggage that once burdened her.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Dreams of us: #5
I grab you hand, laughter ringing behind us, I place my finger on my lips as we sneak away from the reception. We get outside and you smile at me. I haven't stopped smiling, the sun is setting and you pull me close to you as a slight chill fills the air. "Its going to be a beautiful summer night." You say in a husky whisper. I gaze into your eyes, a mix of desire and love fill them. "How does it fell, to be Mrs. Pierre?" You say, pulling me even closer. I lean my head against your chest and sigh happily, "Perfect." You kiss my forehead and I look up into your eyes, "Perfect." You echo. Then we kiss while the sky sets fire as the sun disappears.
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