Unable to be pulled apart from him,
Her heartbeats resemble percussion.
Lips upon another’s they waltz slowly,
Almost motionless in their emotion.
Thoughts speeding like race cars,
Going a mile a minute at top speed.
Hands in union, smiling into each other,
What is a true day, without such sweet kisses?
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-love-44/
