Una

Yesterday, i fetched L., as usual. Yet, something more than usual just happened. I was so happy that i made a poem just to crystallize it:

Along the bridge, we were walking.
Our day's stories, to each other we were telling.
Time didn't seem to pass,
as we reached a knob made of brass,
which i turned to let her in.
Her eyes met mine; i know what they mean.
So I, too, stepped inside,
more like a sneaky glide.
The air in between was awkward
as I started moving forward.
I held her hands; she closed her eyes.
Our feet were cold as ice.
But deep inside, we were burning.
With ardent passion, we're steaming.
Inch by inch, we're getting closer.
Beat by beat, the pounding gets stronger.
Our reluctant lips fin'lly touched;
the attraction is just too much.
Every moment was a year
and i noticed her eye shed a tear.
With our first kiss
we felt such a bliss,
that leaving her room
felt like an impending doom.
But soon we did part,
drawing smiles from each heart.
Tomorrow, I'll again see and fetch her,
hoping take two will be even better.

Sweet, eh?

- Pepe (Cabrera, Paulo 060521)