Our moment was still and the breeze was cold
Desires were soaring and the wave was bold
The place was bit new but emotions were old
She came closer and my hands felt her hold
Lightening is gonna come and it’s her mould
She stared at my eyes and words were told
She said some things, the rest remain untold
I was expecting some romance when she said
“You should brush your teeth more often”
©4yearoldadult
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 