The Thought of A Kiss

Fingers moving through her hair
the curve of her lips into a smile
she is something you see and have to stair
not wanting to connect with those lips a true denile

Her head resting in my lap
the sound of water at our feet
i try my best not to be a sap
as always trying to be discreet

alone just me and her
away from the eyes of others
this closeness causing feelings to stur
something close to that of warm winter covers

she is not mine
we have nothing but memories and friendship
not acting on what comes to mind
not letting anything slip

keeping to the friendly and comforting
trying to keep the static of my mind a quite hiss
but can't quite keep them from streaming
and it always came back to The Thought of A Kiss