Infatuation
(Initial Thoughts)

I met him
On my way to New York

I talked
He listened
I was wishing
To see him again
I did
We hid – under an oak tree
That day
Sharing dreams
And shit like that
He kissed me
I kissed him back
Until the moon – turned red
And he was laying his head
On my thigh

We counted stars
And I thought
He was
Soooooo
Sweet