First Date

Palms of antisipation, perspiring with the thought of humiliation A brass filter placed upon thy lips A few truths told but none ever slips Her lips move with a sort of Grace The cliche Candlelight glow upon her face You can tell she's trying hard to remain inside Being cautious from other lovers who have lied he feels faint but he won't let her know in any way In fear of anything this beauty might say A first meeting, Second Glance, third smile of the date Should I smile back, or is it too late? The brow of angst is slowly lifted Now the tone of the night has shifted My Palms turn into waterfall of Desire It's the first time,but this woman I admire