First Time by Ivy Jones

First Time

Driving that long required me to think;

About past failures, quick and bitter ends

I wondered about the way this would turn

Out. Was your profile real? Or just a

Trick? My hopes were high and I was in a

Panic. This had to be something countless.

I rounded the corner with shaking hands

Like there was something about to bubble.

As I drew closer I could see it all

From the metal in your mouth to the lines,

That counted three, next to your mouth. You were

The perfect combination like the drinks.

Bubble tea, kiwi and lychee flavor.

Second was waiting for you and Daisy,

The black Mercedes we named in a day.

Excitement was mixing while I waited.

In part to see you but also to see

If the peanut butter cookies were a

Good choice to make for you to take to your

Family. By the time you left it was

Dark and only a street light helped guide the

Way back to the car. My interest was

Drawn to the blue set of eyes staring at me.

The warmth of your breath seemed miles away

Until I touched your lips to mine for heat.

Smoothness of your lips touching mine was like

A drink after a burning day. Time had

Passed far too quickly and my spell was up.

For after midnight the spell departed.

Would the movie continue or conclude?