Eavesdroppers

"What if someone hear's us?" I whisper gently in his ear.

My voice shakes, but I pass it off as the cold

My voice shakes, but I pass it off as the cold For what is there to be afraid of?

My voice shakes, but I pass it off as the cold For what is there to be afraid of? Out here in the dark?

There is silence save for us:

There is silence save for us: My shaky breaths

There is silence save for us: My shaky breaths Your soft, cheery humming

There is silence save for us: My shaky breaths Your soft, cheery humming Our boots on the middle of the street

"What if they hear us?" You repeat, grinning at me cheerily.

"What if they hear us?" You repeat, grinning at me cheerily. Your teeth flash in the street lamps, your eyes glistening with temptation.

Oh how I want to be out here with you.

You squeeze my hand tightly, reassuringly. "So what if they are eavesdropping?" You repeat. "Perhaps they will become a little wiser with the knowledge of our delirious midnight ramblings."