Sitting and watching the sun go down,
Legs hanging over the edge,
Almost touching the water,
As our hands creep to the middle,
Touching lightly as they move and connect together,
The feeling of our hands being connected puts chills down my back, and a tingly feeling inside,
I move in closer putting my head on your shoulder,
You move your head and lightly kiss my lips,
The kiss sends sparks on my lips,
Leaving me breathless and wanting more,
But were good kids right?
So we stop not wanting to go to far,
As we get up and leave, hands still interlocked,
You want me, I want you,
But, we ignore it because we're good kids.
