My breath comes faster,
my heartbeat soars,
my adrenaline rushes
as I imagine what's in store.
Our lips move in sync
to the crickets favorite song.
Our bodies come together
to create a song of their own.
His hands slide up my shirt,
as mine run through his hair.
He offers me a present
for never being there.
My mind runs a race
it knows it cannot win.
Will I take his present?
Will I give in?
In order to take his gift
I must give one of my own,
but am I truly ready
to give him what is owed?
No, I am not ready,
but will I ever be?
Could I ever give the gift
he has offered me?
I know I can, and will
just not on this night.
So I tell him that I love him,
and we leave the crickets song behind.
I havn't written in a while, so feedback would be nice.
