A week of stolen kisses
and subtly intense glances with eyes flicking away at the last moment
was the most difficult challenge.
The SAT, my exams, interviews-
nothing could hold a candle to it.
Oh how I wanted to wrap you up in my arms
and kiss you until the stars came out.
I stole kisses where I could,
in the coolness of the basement
far from prying eyes,
beside the bonfire
with flickering flames to hide our faces,
on the balcony hidden in shadows
beneath the midnight moon.
Heart racing in the moments of near capture
and stifled giggles muffled in pillows.
I’m curled against you when I wake,
your arm pulled tight around my waist
intertwined with dreams and reality
and begging the sun to wait
just 15 minutes more.