Coffee

I like your lips.. the way they move up your face, like an envelope one opens with anticipation. I like the way your eyes mirror your smile.. searching mine for the next opportunity to match wits. There is a boyish hint of mischief, but also warmth.

You get it. Beyond the spark, there is that mutual understanding.. as though a song has been written with those moments left unspoken.

I knew you before I met you. I knew your story..your hands..your laugh..your mind. Our worlds have run parallel, waiting for a collision.

What next? This is an arms race, and I refuse to take the first shot.

nice one. ;)

I like your poem, it is really a nice one.

Cute. Love reading this. :)