We are sitting next to each other, our chairs as close as they can be
My hear racing, my breathing deepens are your hand reaches toward me
I can feel your soul quivering in extasy of my presence
Your hand reaches mine.....it's warm, I grasp it tight
Your skin is velvet, your skin is everything I desire
Your hads are strong, carved by the hands of god, absolute perfection
I look into your eyes without hesitation, the everlasting blue green irises tell me to never look away
I'm traped. your skin is pale smooth and the expresion on your face says the words that are screaming in the inside of me
Funny how something as simple as holding your hand makes me feel so whole, so happy
Soon enough before your lips reach myne the teachers calls on me The spell is broken.
I smile to myself, I have no idea what she's talking about
I make it up, she says nothing and moves on
When I look back you've turned away, but my hands still in yours you don't let go....
I miss english class