A pout replaces his little crooked smile the first day my feet begin to hover over the ground (after a run in with a very handsome man they call Superman) but all I can do is smile devilishly and whisper in his ear 'don't worry sugar your still my one and only superman, but now I can fly myself to the moon and back.'
The clouds slipped through fingers that finally felt warm (like blushing cheeks that always seem to come when that crooked smile pops up) and sweaty with another's touch, another that whispers words of love and words that only he could ever say.
"Race you, Super-Hero!"
"I'll Win, X-Man!"
As I sped ahead all my mind could think was I'm flying, touching the clouds and soaring through the sky, and I let it over take me, let the clouds fly by me with little smiles on their faces, she's flying,
"Told you I would win, Super-Hero, I always win and don't you forget that."