Ahhh, young love.  A tight embrace.  So tight that the boy's head might pop off.

But it wasn't enough-  she felt she must hold on tighter still

He had no complaints

How could he?  She was a delight, swept him off his feet

So swiftly and passionately that his shoe was left behind

She was six months younger than him, but mature for her age

which became blatantly obvious when he tried to reciprocate his love-

only did not yet have the understanding of physics that she had, and grabbing her entirely too high up to lift her well,

took on much more of an endeavor than he had set out to take on

Still, he knew what to do, and pulling her feet off the ground (with her bending her knees to help,) he let out a fierce, Last of the Mohicans roar from deep in his warrior spirit. 

It's all the more instinctual, animalistic, and testosterone-filled when viewed in black and white... hear the lion growl as if in slow-motion.

(Disclaimer: I swear I do not read romance novels, although a friend gave me one in high school to read and about the time I got to the part where the Viking warrior returned, when certain body parts were compared to certain metals, my mom swept in to the rescue and explained that such books were to some women what Playboy was to some men.  That was the end of that.  The above is narrated in the voice of a narrator off of National Geographic, please read accordingly.  Thank you.)

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