Treasure Island

Loretta Doyle Smalley

(April 25,1986 / Grant Hospital Columbus, Ohio)

The Powerful Kiss


The stars are out filling the night sky.
The cool breeze blowing through my long hair.
We were holding hands and then you wrapped your arms around me.
Holding me close to you as butterflies danced in my stomach.
You turned me to face you.
One hand rubbing my lower back.
The other hand rubbing my lips.
Before I knew it we were kissing.
Your soft sweet kiss was enough to make a girl go wild.
My arms went around you holding you tight never wanting to stop.
As we kissed there under the stars in the night sky I got weak in my knees.
Thanks to that powerful kiss of yours! !

Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2005

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