Just A Lusty Infatuation Poem by Lauren

Running hand in hand down the sidewalk
as children like us often do,
we're only young and reckoning we're in love,
but we really do not care; this is only a lusty infatuation.
This will not be our first or our last.
But this may be the worst or the best.
The cold winter breeze blows my hair into your face
but you do not mind; you push it away.
And although my lips are chilled and chapped, raw and cracked;
You gently, yet powerfully pull me in to kiss you.
This panacea softens my lips and restores my heart
after the most devilish of heartbreaks.
It's on the ride home when we're still hand in hand
that I begin to learn that I am fulfilled.
And it is not true love that I need,
nor is it true love that I yearn for.
The feeling that lingers is not demanding of love, but happiness.
It summons delight and young bliss to make me complete.
So as you kiss me goodnight, this peck is all I need;
not a promise or a pledge, to love me forever with all you possess.
But just a hug to remind me of my youthfulness
that will leave me with the pleasing feeling of being whole.