Poetry

One day at a time

written by: sunshine

"Promise"

She lay there in the sunlight, letting the sun sweep over her, covering her like a blanket of heat.
She sighed
Gazing to the left of her, there he was, stretched out on the garden swing. His white shirt beamed in the sun, never before did he look so sharp with his sleeves turned over half way up his arm, his shirt half unbuttoned and arms crossed.
He grinned. His beaming blue eyes twinkled, staring back at her, so afraid that if she blinked it would all fade and just be as a dream.
As she rose from her seat, he watched her closely, until she was settled and seated again. Paige smiled she could feel his eyes watching her and following her, she liked the idea and felt quite special.
The afternoon was perfect. The idea of possibility hung in the air. Jason was in the house. As she entered the kitchen she heard him in the bathroom, the door opened, he smiled. Feeling overcome with nerves she raised her eyebrows, breathed quite heavily and tried to busy herself with something. Keeping silent he followed her through to the kitchen. With him close behind her she felt butterflies in her stomach and as heart began to race she coughed slightly. He slid his hands from the back of her round to the front of her waist and squeezed her gently.
What a feeling, she felt alive!
His head close to her shoulder, tenderly kissed her neck, at that moment, something sparked, and everything she wanted was right there a feeling she had only dreamt of. Two choices and one decision there and then, what did she want?
It was her move and her call. She turned round, smiling and staring in to his big blue eyes-her lips met his." Perfect" in a word. The feel of his warm lips against hers and his tender touch gave her shivers, feeling so safe and secure in his arms, nothing matter but him and that special moment. As their lips parted he smiled from ear to ear.
She was curious as to his cheeky grin and the shaking of his head.
"What"? She whispered.
"You're gorgeous!" he replied.
She laughed a little and shook her head, trying to turn herself away and pretend she wanted something from the cupboard and then fridge.
His hand touched hers, staring at him again she felt as though everything else faded and it was just her and him. Once again their lips met and danced yet again.

By Zipporah Wilmot

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