My heart began to pound.
I knew he felt the same way,
When our fingers interlaced
without a word spoken.
The lights dimmed, and
my grip tightened.
His did also.
He brought his face close to mine,
and even though I wanted,
I hesitated.
A flush began crawling my neck,
until I felt a blush lighting my cheeks.
His gentle laugh put me at ease.
My fingers loosened,
but his kept a steady grip.
When he told me I was beautiful,
Butterflies took flight in my stomach.
I thanked him with a smile,
which seemed to please him.
Once again, our lips were close,
and the butterflies flew again.
But this time I allowed them to fly while
my lips searched his.
