Nervousness

What sign will she show me to make me feel at ease
Will she be receptive of my touch and my words
Or will her mind wander, taking flight with the birds
All thoughts running through me as I depart with keys

Seeing her at entrance, with her glasses and smile
I recognize the marks that she likes chemistry
Sitting for face to face as we start destiny
Telling of our stories as I look at profile

Toasting to our meeting and her beautiful face
Once the moment is right, I lean in for a kiss
Hoping that I'll impress, and not knock me down miss

I touch and feel her hand, smooth and delicate place
As I want more kisses, I decide to share bench
Holding her now closer, my lips and my tongue clench.

◄ The fun night

Mr Right ►

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