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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Im scared" I whispered, eyes big round and green, Fingers twirling a strand of strawberry blond hair, Twisting it around nervously, brushing pink blushing cheeks. The sky dark with twilight, two stars overwatching us, We stand millimeters apart beneath the silver moon, Grass of green and wheat of silver reaching up, brushing our thighs. Dew drops glitter in the incandescent skylight, Violet brushing mountian tops with color, Deeper shadows producing richer shades around. "Have I ever led you in the wrong direction, not to trust me?" His eyes, Darker then golden, more mossy then green in the dark, Held love, profoundly, deep emotion, and now hurt. The moon, outlined his shoulder length black hair, The ends twisting with the May humidity, into loose curls, It outlined his hard body, ridgid, with accustion. My eyes, anxiously looked into his, peering into his soul, Ivory fingers, cold from the air, found comfort in his curls, stepped closer, breaths mingeling, and touched his lips sweetly. "No." I let the whisper escape from my aching lips, Aching for more, needing, wanting, begging, for another kiss, My heart beat pounding slowly, knowingly-he spoke truth. His hand brushed my cheek, bringing warmth from the sleeping sun, His eyes searched mine, trained only on eachother, The world could wake and we would never noticed. The glittering orbs outlined in black lash, Softened now, held question mixed gently in them, His lips touched mine, moments before he whispered into them. "Then trust me." the words carressed my perked ears, My eyes closed, half drawn lids at his nuzzles, Lightly grazing the soft skin on my bare neck. My fingers found his hand, strong, sturdy, callosed softness, Went to move it up to touch my body, while his fibers breathed extasy, He intertwined our fingers, and i remembered it was my first intent. Caught up in the moment, the delicate moonlit movement, Our tongues lightly, roughly, softly, danced, Parted again, to share a sweet love-bloomed breath.
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