First Kiss
On our first date I was breathless and nervous,
Trying to be engaging, but doing lip service.
Our hands brushed at dinner and I did not dismiss,
I looked into his eyes, and wondered how he would kiss…
When we left the restaurant he put his arm around my waist,
And I could feel the electricity where his fingers were placed.
He opened my door like a gentlemanly date,
And he had me intrigued as to the next move he would make.
Then suddenly he crushed me in his arms so tight,
I could hardly breathe, but could see his face in the moonlight.
He kissed me slowly and deliciously, and I didn’t want it to end.
As first dates go, this was definitely a ten!
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