There's a chill in the air,
That bites at my bones,
Your arm around my shoulders
Tempers the sting of it.
You give off more heat
Than all the lights that
Shine down on us,
Flashing against the night.
Music blares in the distance,
Growing louder as we walk
Shaking the ground, and my feet
And matching the beat in my chest.
We stand in line, waiting;
Now your arms ensnare
My waist, and tug me to you.
You steal a kiss and taste
Of cotton-candy-apple, and hotdog,
My favorite taste in the world.
The breeze throws my tousled
Hair around more; You push it back,
And gaze into my eyes, lean in
Again, but just before our lips meet,
It's on we go. And then we're thrashing
And spinning, Screaming for our lives.
Adrenaline rushing, perhaps from the rush,
Perhaps from what we long to do
To one another.