And there we sit,
Holding one another,
Fingers intertwined.
Like school kids, we sheepishly draw hearts on our hands,
Letting them seep through our tender flesh,
Beginning their journey to our hearts.
A look is exchanged,
our faces catch fire,
lips lock,
hearts touch..
And the birth of a new love begins scribbling on our hearts.
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