A pout, a tear, disappeared, with just a tickle,
A smile, a laughter, followed by a sweet longing giggle,
A beam, a blush, dizzying my head, with a temporary rush,
A breath, a brush, ignoring the feeling, of a hormonal-superfluous,
My eyes, they rolled, searching for something faraway,
Really, there’s nothing there, just meekly avoiding your cheeky glare,
A scent, fragrant, I like your smell,
But she knows, I’m nervous, I can tell,
My heart beats, it’s getting stronger; wait, it’s your perfume, it’s getting closer,
It happened fast, I didn’t know, it wasn’t part of the plan,
Your fingers, I can feel em’ wrapping quickly, around my hand,
You tiptoed, leaned in closer, I can feel your warmth, an unexpected bliss,
It was a crescent, your lips, leaned in closer, to give me a quick mischievous kiss.