I see you standing over there, hands in the pocket of your jeans. Looking around with that soft smile. I can tell you feel trapped. Biting your lip anxiously feels of tense crawl up your spine. You realize this is no dream but a reality.
My desire to comfort you is increasing minute by minute. Heart beat faster and faster. The way your luscious lips lay against the tip of your fingers. I try to hold back the kiss and wait.
The cold wind picks up and my heart stops like death crawled into my lungs blocking my way to breathe. My brain is ready to feast. Can't wait no more. The courage has finally built up the shy me has passed. You will be my first and last.