Lips touch and lust awakes. <br />Crashing together, love doesn't wait. <br />Smell of sultry teenage romps. <br />Pitter patter hearts will stomp. <br />Laying close, arms clasped. <br />Summer nights will forever last. <br />Darkest evening stars aglow. <br />Fireworks, fireworks, start the show. <br />Hot and heavy, no holding hands. <br />Holding out to be more than friends. <br />This indeed is crazy magic. <br />Stories of old and love is traggic. <br />She was young and growing up to soon. <br />I left a piece of my heart in the parlor room.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-parlor-room/
