Almost isn't good enough... |
She reaches up, gently caressing his face with her fingertips He pushes her hand away, then moves in closer for the kiss Not yet did his eyes close, he had a fear that he'd miss He watched her close HER eyes, as she parted her lips Then their lips connected, his kiss was soft and gentle His touch drove her wild, she had a fear of going mental She leaned back, he leaned forward, then she went to lean in too But made sure no make-up was on the shirt, 'cause his tux was a rental His hands moved slowly downward, then settled down on her waist And now the second kiss was over, he stares into her face He wonders if he should move faster, or if she''s okay with this pace The tightens his grip on her, in a golden embrace She slowly removes his hands, but keeps a solid grip on one Then reaches up for another kiss, so he'd know they're not done They reach an empty room, she begins to undo her bun His heart begins to race, as if he'd just finished a run No matter what she does her eyes stay fixed on him She smiles a small smile, and starts to show more skin But then there's a knock on the door, and the familiar voice of their friends Yelling, "time to go, the proms about to begin!" |