Secret Love
By colleen
It's late. I crawl out of my bed And up to the school Where you are waiting I walk past all of the sleeping houses To meet you, My love. The rest of the world is oblivious, They don't need to know. We kiss each other hello, I feel your tongue inside of my mouth And your hands roaming my body; They are cold on my bare skin As they move underneath my wool sweater, Searching for warmth. This is so right. Who cares about the cold, We have each other And our seceret love, Our meeting underneath the stars That will keep us warm throughout the night And all of the cold winter nights that will follow For as you kiss my body I am reminded that nothing matters more Than having you here with me tonight. Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 12:50 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"It's late. ..."