First Kiss

Written by: Mark Goodson

Cecilia stood with him as my eyes filled with envied rage 
I had asked her to be mine at prom but was second to the stage
She dazzled the ballroom as bated breaths of onlookers viewed
Her figure in white satin caused all to experience an exclamatory mood
Bleach white with stream- lined sleekness adorning Long lacy sleeves
 Pinkish mother of pearl fasteners from shoulder to fingers weaved
Each aligned like little glistening sparklers- beautiful yet Godly conceived
Hair fashioned as a cascading water fall full of auburn red curls
Turning to mist at her lower waist causing my dreamful rage to be placed in whorls
Spinning more spinning- my world out of control
Oh how I wanted her long moments ago
A plucked rose of red love pined to her heart side breast
Gave me notice as I knew I could not rest
Like a lion on the prowl- to the dance floor I stalked
To dance with my dream girl whose heart I would shock
Tapping aspersion the shoulder of the man whom I gave envy and hate
Excuse me please sir-may I cut in on your lovely date
Softly spoken “We’ve got tonight” I whispered in her ear
Drawing her ever the closer- Oh my dear
Seger’s words audibled sweetly around the dance hall loomed
No longer the wait-I vowed boldly and calm 
No longer to hesitate- aroused by her flowery balm
My lips to hers pressed- for she did not resist
Thus it was the moment of our very first kiss