You had been peeking again.
stalking and gawking
silently brooding
worrying yourself to death
in the corner
waiting to finally
make your move
in the elaborate way
you’ve
imagined play out in your head.
So Now Tell Me.
Are You Sure Now?
Because I
Have ever only imagined this one way.
Lips touch.
Eyes glued shut the whole time
lost in this tingling sensation
that touch my toes
my senses are on fire
and our kiss would be like
air
As I’d
ride out this high
So Say It.
Miss.
Mista.
I Love You.
I Love You.
And then our souls touched.
Took Ya Long Enough.
A Little Birdie Told Me…
go for it.
Jari G. Planning 