a kiss begins, when heads turn towards each other in unison. shall we cross the seconds to each other?
i remember our simple love. holding each other at night. Tight. like children afraid of summer thunder. i would cling toyou like the last straw in quicksand. And your loving hands would press me genly, as if i were a delicate flower, petals shyly folding. i wish for those times. when it was enough to