Awkward First Kiss

There she stands,
Notebook in her hands,
Hair tousled in the autumn breeze,
God, I hope I don’t sneeze.

Now one foot apart,
Here comes the awkward part.
Head tilted to the left or to the right?
First kiss...is it alright to bite?

Here we are face-to-face,
Should I put my arms around her waist?
Oh wait, her arms are around my neck,
Maybe it is not too late for a rain check?

Should I bend to meet her petite frame?
Oh my god, I forgot her name!
She is standing on the tips of her toes,
Do I have something hanging from my nose?

Here we are, no turning back,
What was her favorite song from that soundtrack?
Tilting heads, closing eyes,
Maybe I shouldn’t have had those garlic fries.

Touching lips,
Hands on her hips,
Tongues reluctantly sneaking,
My mind begins freaking.

Mouths open wider, inviting,
Warm, wet, and enticing,
Tongues trying out this new dance,
Maybe this is my chance for romance?

Her kisses are so yummy,
There’s a strange feeling in my tummy,
Rhythmically now in sync,
Heightening pleasure to the brink.

Bodily heat peaks,
Rosy, flushing cheeks
Nerves becoming calm,
Damn, I’m out of lip balm.