Firsts

With hairs washed,

She was ready to head.

His tired yet energetic eyes

Who couldn't even go to bed?

The long wait was almost about to end,

The longing eyes finally get their treats

Both couldn't stop those butterflies,

Nor Could they hold the shaking thighs

Thousands of thoughts,

Thousands of giggles,

With confusing riddles

Were on their way,

Every meter closer,

The stronger got the tickles,

Urge pushing hard,

This one or that one,

Options just bombards

Sweets or toys or cards,

Nothing getting started,

Fingers find it very hard,

This is even more than an Art.

Something that should go right into her heart.

Well, time waits for none,

Excitement is over some tons,

But at last, it always has to be done,

Imagining all the fun,

The winds bring her beauty,

And the show has just begun

The eyes running here and there, into those too,

That face almost,

Made a heart,

Skip its beat,

Resisting closed fingers,

And trembling feet

Wanna swirl and twirl

Also, play with her curls,

His eyes for her,

Shining not less than pearls,

Should I drop her in my arms?

Or should I go and lean,

put my hand in between hers,

Or should I rather wait for my thirsty lips

To be kissed,

Oh no, how desperate!,

Or maybe I am being too keen.

Have I waited far too long?

Or is the time without her stuck in the present?.

I don't know,

Maybe,let's just go by the flow,

As my eyebrows blow,

I suppose;

Let the boat be rowed,

Let the time be slowed.

Oh! how noticeable,

Unknowingly,

Love, is what they both

Bestowed!

Would let the foreheads get touched,

Would wanna get her on her toes,

Maybe just curb the intuition,

Her eyes just hold more comfort and cushion.