Summer Nights
I can't forget the way your lips tasted the last time I saw your face.
Chocolate flavored kisses with an edge of something dangerous, and now it's been too long, and the distance leaves a hollow ache in my chest.
Words like poetry fell like snowflakes from your tongue, saying sweet things I remember only vaguely.
Memories that tease at my mind, waiting for cover of darkness to erupt.
Words flow over the paper, begging for release through my pen. With a kiss goodnight and a wave of your hand, I fell from a cloud of "forever," and longed for more than a hasty "I love you" whispered underneath a jet-black sky studded with diamond stars.
I twirled beneath that open sky, danced into your arms.
The sound of your voice was like a lullaby; in the dizzy darkness of August night, the moon shone off the glassy surface of the water.
And now I remember so clearly the smell of your skin. It's like I'm dancing with you in the dark again.
Chocolate flavored kisses with an edge of something dangerous, and now it's been too long, and the distance leaves a hollow ache in my chest.
Words like poetry fell like snowflakes from your tongue, saying sweet things I remember only vaguely.
Memories that tease at my mind, waiting for cover of darkness to erupt.
Words flow over the paper, begging for release through my pen. With a kiss goodnight and a wave of your hand, I fell from a cloud of "forever," and longed for more than a hasty "I love you" whispered underneath a jet-black sky studded with diamond stars.
I twirled beneath that open sky, danced into your arms.
The sound of your voice was like a lullaby; in the dizzy darkness of August night, the moon shone off the glassy surface of the water.
And now I remember so clearly the smell of your skin. It's like I'm dancing with you in the dark again.