First

An amazing moonlit hazy walk, A knotted wooden park bench to talk, A slip of the arm over her petite shoulder Heart racing, she smiles, he’s feeling bolder He rises and outreaches his shaky hand, Coaxing her to embrace as they stand, Slowly he pulls her close to his large frame She’s so shy, wondering if it will ever be the same He gives a deep throaty sigh, a meek glimpse Blinking slow, he’s focussing on lips, A gentle blast of minty breath, Her mahogany eyes on his black eyes, they rest, Her eyes on his, searching south, To that fading smile and perfect heart-shaped mouth, Unbeknownst, her fingers rise to touch it, so smooth He relaxes, he’s paralysed, with her touch, he can’t move Her lips, he sees, seem plump and ready Her heart racing, her chest rises unsteadily Her flushed cheeks giving a sly smile His thoughts, he realise, are going wild The wind blows her hair, crazy thoughts; anticipation, Unbelief at this wonderful, final situation, Longing looks leading to this tight embrace, The girl of his dreams, now fantastically face to face Speech gone, syllables lost, even ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘maybe so’, Pleads not for her to converse, frozen from head to toe She realises his great height, she cannot reach his lips He realises too, like this is written in a script His frame lowers down, his eyes start to close She wraps her arms round, rises on the balls of her toes Her heart beating against his chest, he cannot resist, His lips finally touch hers, they melt, in their very first kiss