This is what I long for;
The moments when you're near.
I hear a knock upon the door,
And go to see who's there.
On the other side you stand.
My palms begin to sweat.
Never have I met a man
Who makes me lose my breath.
I open up the door real slow.
I see your smiling face.
Outside it is very cold.
I let you in my place.
You wish me happy birthday,
Than you kiss my blushing cheek.
I feel my body shaking,
And my legs are going weak.
A friend is what you've always been,
But slowly I have found,
Only when you're near there's bliss,
And when you're not I frown.
My parents aren't home right now.
Its only me and you.
I feel I'm walking on a cloud,
but don't know what to do.
I start to look around my place.
Afraid that you might see,
see this look upon my face.
My love for you, it screams.
But then I feel a burning warmth.
Your hand upon my cheek.
I look to you, my thoughts they swarm.
My legs are getting weak.
You look at me as if to ask,
to ask if it's okay.
Talking seems too hard a task.
I nod and you obey.
Your lips descend upon my own.
So warm, so soft, so right.
The greatest birthday I have known.
You made my wish come true this night.
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