Pressure Points

Not hard to remember, my first date with you. It was early december, the night our passion grew. Side by side, hand in hand, watching the Santa Claus parade, no talking, no demand. For this again, anythingI would trade. The air got colder, our embrace was tight. Your eyes began to smolder, it was the perfect night. Sadly that was monthsago, I messed up as men tend to do, Didn't take you long to let me go. My greatest loss was losing you. Thinking of the times we did share, it's what tears me apart. The pain almost too much to bear, it's what I call pressure points in the heart.