It began as what seemed like a game,
Quips volleying back and forth,
A smirk here, a chuckle there.
He doesn't know.
It progressed to what seemed like play,
Your turn, then my turn, your turn again,
A giggle here, a titter there.
They didn't know.
It evolved into an state of interest
Theories spewed and possibilities wondered
Curiosity here, distractions there.
She doesn't know.
It is developing into something more
Words spoken and butterfly feelings.
Laughter here, smiles over there.
Do they need to know?
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9 comments:
Sounds awfully mushy.
And you just looooooove it, don't ya?
I'm a big fan of mushy stuff. The mushier the better.
And you know what's really hot?
Guys who like mushy stuff!
Joy, This is a really sweet poem. I hope it's true for you.
I gotta agree with you on that one theresa......guys + mushy stuff = big turn on. Thanks theresa......we'll see.....we'll see.....
Gag
I love the mushy stuff too, and with Theresa I hope it works out.
I just like the word mush.
mush mush mush
yay.
I liked it :)
theresa, spin_doc1, plimco, and nunzia......you all make me smile. :)
as for anonymous coward, MUSH.... MUSH... MUSH....MUSH..... You LOVE it!
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