She was sweet
Almost like the smell of honeysuckle.
Her smile was bright
Even though she had stories to tell,
No matter how dark they are.
She made me nervous,
God, she made me nervous
But I wanted to know more.
I wanted to know the taste of her lips,
And the way her skin smells,
And I wanted to intertwine my body with hers
And hold her until the world stops spinning.
Because I want her sweetness to envelop me
And I want to be the person she sees in me,
And I want to make her happy

— B.N.