The First Move and Last
My palms feeling sweaty,
An escalating heat fills the room,
Heart palpitations increasing,
Not knowing what I should do,
My pulse starts to race,
Mouth agape from which no words emanate,
Foot twitches rapidly,
Stuttering when I begin to speak,
Paranoid of her discomfort,
Fearful that it’s too soon,
Worried about rejection,
Not knowing what I should do,
Wishing for a magical connection,
A mutual telepathic moment,
As our heads turn toward one another,
And our lips simultaneously converge,
Never wanting to make her uncomfortable,
An excuse to which I resort,
As I sit here and ponder,
Not knowing what I should do.
My palms feeling sweaty,
An escalating heat fills the room,
Heart palpitations increasing,
Not knowing what I should do,
My pulse starts to race,
Mouth agape from which no words emanate,
Foot twitches rapidly,
Stuttering when I begin to speak,
Paranoid of her discomfort,
Fearful that it’s too soon,
Worried about rejection,
Not knowing what I should do,
Wishing for a magical connection,
A mutual telepathic moment,
As our heads turn toward one another,
And our lips simultaneously converge,
Never wanting to make her uncomfortable,
An excuse to which I resort,
As I sit here and ponder,
Not knowing what I should do.
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