By Ashley Skye~~ASH10782@aol.com
Date: 6 March 2000
weak knees and whipped cream kisses
whipped cream kisses, A smile like no other
Makes you feel like the only one.
Sneak out, don't get caught: hearts pounding so loud,
like footsteps coming
towards me,
the closer you get
the weaker my knees.
First kiss, first cry
first drag of things that comfort me
release me,
unlike you.
You excite me, make me nervous,
make me do things I don't do.
Time and time again I see you,
remembering the kisses,
lying with you,
being someone other than myself.
My hands still shake
and my knees will always
be weak for you.
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