"beautiful"

she tastes like tequila
and he smells so good
light brown eyes in the sunlight
actually looking at her;
not acusing,
not degrading,
just looking.
and they smiled too,
those eyes smiled.
she can always tell when their eyes smile,
and she thinks the smile holds honesty.

he holds age
and she holds her head high
not expecting anything
from the only one
she can consider a man;
all the rest are boys,
gaining the experience
to call themselves men
but she has no patience
for their inexperience.
she wants the man,
the one who
knows what he wants;
the one with stories to tell
and wisdom to share
a kind word to give
and the perfect kiss.

no words to describe it
but an experience in itself;
kissing the man
who she's known all her life,
it should feel strange
but it's like a new game;
how long can the little girl
hold a man's attention?

she's not quite sure
how to keep him around
he has his own life,
and she's not quite sure
where she fits into it
but she wants to.
she wants to so badly.