Our First Innocent Kiss

in collaboration with vinillalace 

She dropped a rose,
I reached effortlessly
and pick it up,
wondering whether to approach
or turn and leave.

The first eleven roses I left,
afraid.

I am tired of being afraid...

"Madam? You dropped you rose..."

My heart is fluttering,
is hers?

She turns with no fear,
“Thank you, but I only dropped it for you.”

My eyes light up, on fire.
Dare I have the fantasies I’m about to have?
Oh, to quench them, evil eyes!

“You are so amazing,
how could one not love you?” she says.

I am in shock,
and do not hear it,
later to my regret.

I? I am in innocent love alive.
I take her hand and we walk.
I could be content with that forever,
could she be?
Dare I give her more?

The whole time she is watching me,
drawn like magnets to my lips.
I try to say something wise.
the words fall flat.
That is not what she wants
from these lips,
that is not what is needed right now,
and deep down I know it, I feel it.
How can I jump from an innocent love
to what she needs and desires?

We stop on the pathway
and turn toward each other...
We look into each other’s eyes,
and silently sigh.
I feel her warmth.

Rubbing her fingers through mine,
she steps closer,
looking at the ground, blushing.

She, blushing for me!
I try to shake the shock
and handle the situation,
but I am failing,
and a hint of disappointment
enters her eyes...

I have one last chance
to salvage this innocent love
that we now both have revealed,
revealed to one another...

I gently life her chin,
so soft, so delicate,
and after a long, longing gaze,
I gently kiss her on her lips...

Soft our lips meet,
like the wings of a dove,
light, a little kiss that begs for more...

I give her more.
I hold her, and kiss.
It is a very long, slow kiss,
thoughts probing, racing,
I reminisce over all the times
we passed one another in the street,
exchanging pleasantries,
and now only do I realize
how much I desire her,
how much she desires me...
our bodies,
something I would not allow myself to think,
until now, long...

She cups my face in her hands,
she is filled with her own memories of me,
my scent bringing them back vividly.
She leans against me,
her lips softly touching my neck
in our embrace.

She leaned into me!
The dream of every man,
and this lean is mine,
the one I have unknowingly longed for
for an eternity...

She knows my heart is racing,
and she kisses me yet again,
and basks in my heat...
perhaps feeling safe,
perhaps feeling close.