we stood in the doorway
his hands on my waist
the clock tickling loudly
almost in haste
he moved in closer
his eyes locked in mine
I long for his kiss
For just a moment in time
his lips meet mine
and I feel the sensation
no longer must I wait
to give into the sweet temptation
my knees go weak
my palms become sweaty
I go back to that place
I have been so many times already
the world disappears
all that's left is him and I
and as we pull away
I feel as though I could fly
--- by Martini
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