Spring

It was spring, and that night was dewy and my locks were still moist from rain. I surrendered that night, completely, almost utterly.
You're lips whispered tales. I hid underneath my pillow in a sweet attempt too make you fall in love with me. It was silent, but desperate.
You're hands quickly threw the pillow away, and figured their way into heart. They grobed my heart and held it. Tightly, but gentle.
My legs shook and my voice shivered. The woods were so comforting, they would let me talk and without repliying, they would tell me the answers.
I woke up to your lips