A Happy Night
He smiled his crooked smile at me and I blushed.
He took a slow step forward then he rushed,
To my side, running his hands down my arms and then…
Bliss,
As the warmth of his mouth overtook mine again
I knew for a fact he wasn’t lying.
He was kissing me so tenderly I thought about crying,
But I knew that wouldn’t be right
Because this is suppose to be a happy night.
Copyright © Kennedy Lea | Year Posted 2013
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