14 February 2013
Between the lines we crossed to meet, with hands that touch over hidden seat.
That blue-eyed glance across the room, fed the petaled flower of love in bloom
Soft lips, electric, met in stolen kiss, and hearts of skip beat in rhythmic bliss.
Between the lines of this sweet taboo, you'll hear me whisper, I love you.
..sorry I couldn't resist something sweet in the day that's in it :)
Sweet Taboo • Opuss № I