mistletoe
( tess / jason.)
I'm not sure where this came from, but I haven't written for a while, and this just spilled out. Hope you like it, and please review telling me what you liked? Thanks!
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there is something about mistletoe
that lowers her inhibitions.
m a y b e
it's the color
(r.e.d.red.r e d.)
or m a y b e
it's the myth around the plant.
(kiss me,
we're under the mistletoe.
come on.
you know you want to.)
and there's a grin
what was it with him?
he wasn't ashamed or
E M B A R R A S E D
about asking the
Tess Tyler
for a kiss (or was it maybe a
date?).
he didn't mind
running (entangling)
his hands through her blonde
hair.
no, he whispered sweet
(bitter)
n
o
t
h
i
n
g
s
in her ear under the
m i s t l e t o e
as their (in)significant others
watched.
(we're going to build a
birdhouse ... yes, you are.)
she knew she'd break a
n a i l. but maybe
she didn't care.
sour.
sweet.
bitter.
strong.
flavors, flavors, flavors, flavors,
mingling together (together)
in a c-conglomeration
of what?
m a y b e
she didn't know.
but then again,
m a y b e she didn't care --
so long as they were
together.