Sat on a red, old couch,

us two, drinking from

steaming hot chocolates,

one leg over another,

mocking characters from

films, attempting to look

another way, stealing

glimpses at ready lips,

Pretending hearts aren't

jumping out of chests,

pretending cheeks haven't

grown aflame, snuggling

closer, breathing them in,

exhaling nervously,

If only he knew,

he was the focus of my

daydreams.