There was a feeling in the air

that you couldn't ignore,

on the night my love for you

was proved to be sure.

Still nervous,

although it was our 7th date,

we walked into the parking lot

from a path through a gate.

Shoulder to shoulder

we kept a steady pace

while awkwardly trying

to talk face to face.

"We're finally there," he said

slowly taking my hand,

slow enough that I

could tell it was planned.

We stood still for a moment,

as I looked up in his eyes.

I thought I was

about to cry.

No one had ever

held my hand before.

Little did I know you'd

later introduce me to so much more.

I smiled softly,

tried to hide my excitement,

and to you

that was like an enticement.

You laughed open mouthed

and tugged on our still holding hands,

stroked my hair and ran your fingers

through the strands.

Your face was serious now,

a face I hadn't yet seen.

You placed a hand on my cheek

and started to lean.

I closed my eyes,

caught up in the moment,

not knowing my heart

was about to get stolen.

Feeling your face so close to mine,

feeling the weight of your lips,

for a second was enough to get me

to try and steal another kiss,

but by the time I opened my eyes

you were turning away,

the movie was about to start

so there we couldn't stay.

The rest of the walk was quiet

but you held my hand the whole time,

every so often feeling my fingers,

a sweet, victimless crime.