In Anticipation
He
held my
hand with such
a gentle grasp and
I almost lost his
hold as the sweat slowly
dripped down my arm as he was
walking me to my front door and
I was waiting in anticipation
for that one an only first love's kiss.
Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2009
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