Wednesday, December 8, 2010


by FE Dec.3 2010

Under a full moon,

On a lonely park bench,

Two lovers sit, side by side.

Tonight, there is only them.

He places his hand

On top of hers,

And she looks to him,

With eyes brighter than stars.

Her hand on his heart,

His hand on her thigh,

Their eyes never leaving the others.

Tonight, there is only them.

As they lean in closer,

All their worries are forgotten.

Lips meet lips,

And the rest is bliss.

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