by the end of our

kissing, i had my

hand in your

beach blonde

curls, and you

had your hand

on my waist. i

stared into your

eyes with

patience that i

had mustered

from all this

time of waiting

on you, and you

stared back

with nothing but

admiration

and butterflies

in your stomach.

i never want

another kiss of

ours to come to

an end, but this

end is worth it.