She said,” I love you”
I said, “Me too”
We both looked at each other as if we knew.
She jumps up and wraps her body around mine.
And I whisper to her,” You are my love, my only valentine.”
Our lips meet and the fire begins to grow. In my heart and further down below.
Love really makes me do strange things when one has so much bottled up passionate feelings. ~ Fun Poem by: Peety (me)
(photo via fotokritik)
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