My bare toes curling in warm sand Your arms around me, time unplanned To feel the impulse of your thoughts Which whisper up from depths opaque Our minds are one soft rippling lake. The impulse of a kiss arose, I hope my blush hides in shadows You notice, softly laugh and smile “I haven’t kissed you yet” you say The thought’s enough for fond display. It scares me. Squeeze. Don’t be afraid. His comfort floods, from warmth i...