Meeting one night by fate.
We spent the whole night
Talking.
Of our fears,
Past,
Lovers,
Heartbreaks,
And triumphs.
On day three,
We really dig,
Each other.
Now here it is on day
Six.
Feeling like we have talked for years.
The feelings we have for one another is,
Taking our breath away.
Making us speechless,
Confusing us,
The more we are apart,
The stronger we dig each other.
Wanting each other’s touch.
To feel each other’s lips.
We see the passion.
In one another,
We hear the desire,
For one another,
Laying in bed each night.
Wishing the other,
Was there with us.
Telling each other,
How much we dig,
The other.
Talking bout the bees and butterflies.
Being in the belly.
And the goosebumps.
Not sure if we have.
Really had to dig for.
Another in the past.
Wanting to say it
More and more every day.
Using dig,
Instead of actually saying it.
Needing to say it
But unable to.
Here it goes.
Here it comes
Full head of steam.
I…
I… clearing throat
I really dig you, babe.
