The Kiss

we stood in the doorway
her hands on my waist
the clock tickling loudly
almost in haste

she moved in closer
his eyes locked in mine
I long for her kiss
For just a moment in time

her lips meet mine
and I feel the sensation
no longer must I wait
to give into the sweet temptation

my knees go weak
my palms become sweaty
I go back to that place
I have been so many times already

the world disappears
all that\'s left is her and I
and as we pull away
I feel as though I could fly