Phishythoughts

Be still, be still and close your eyes Do not peek, it's a surprise The cold hand clouded her sky blue eyes She bit her lip and felt revived Shhh, my dear, do not speak She smiled softly with a squeak She felt a breath upon her cheek She ruffled her jumper above her feet A peck tickled across her dimple The kiss so small, yet sweet and simple Oh, but sweetie, your aim is weak You missed the spot, but reached my cheek The hands sneaked around her waist To trap her body just in case; The kiss makes her lose her all To carry her in case she falls Soon she begins to flush and sway As the kiss heads her way