If Walls Could Speak

Written by: Annalise Brigham

Saturday Night... You’re here, in the flesh; tall, handsome, and where nothing stands between us but our breaths... softly, yet eagerly exchanging warm, casual greetings Tonight, in the absence of distance, time is defunct; obsolete... And if these walls could speak, they would tell of the blazing sparks that fly when our eyes meet and how quickly I have to look away or I would melt like fresh, creamy butter in sunlight at noon! ~*~ 9/7/13 For "Mr. Incredible"