He touched her skin,

The color of milk chocolate

Ever so tenderly

And her lips seemed to beckon him forward

She touched his skin

The color of a full apricot

And his body seemed to scream

“I’m yours!”

They leaned in close

And teenage fantasies

Came into play

As their lips touched

They didn’t care

If it looked

Or felt

Or _was_ right

They didn’t care about tomorrow

Our last week

Or an hour ago

Everything they imagined

The things that seems to impossible

Beyond the stars

It was all becoming real