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Matching His Music

The beat of my heart Matching the music Fast as can be Like horses stampeding Down a race track But louder I'm surprised he can't Hear it Because I feel like it's louder then a cannon And with him there Right in front of me His body pressed up to mine As we dance in the moonlight Under the stars Late at night With no one else around Out on the beach The sand under our feet The water beating to a pulse Much slower then my heart's The feeling is sensational Yet terrifying I don't know what to do With myself Other then continue swaying To the imaginary beat In his beautiful head I put my chin on his shoulder And shut my eyes Moments slip away He keeps me steady I feel the tide coming up Brushing our feet I feel his hands Grip me a little tighter A chill runs up my back He stops swaying Causing me to stop too We stand in silence Seconds slip by He pulls me back ever so slightly Still keeping his grip His eyes looking into mine Those eyes that look like the ocean Just after a storm; Beautiful Boring into my soul Finally, when I Feel like I'm going to faint He leans in And his lips His perfect lips Brush mine His grip tightens Just enough To give me a push And my hands slide up And latch into his sandy colored hair And again our lips meet His warm and moist I feel his energy pulsing into me Finally we pull apart He sits on the soft sand Pulling my lightly down beside him He puts his long strong arm around me I lean my head against his shoulder Slowly I begin to drift off Hearing him humming His honey sweet voice humming And now just before I fall to sleep My heart Matches his music...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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