Datsy

Of the girl you dreamed of kissing 

Waiting anxiously for our second date. And all week thinking of how to get in close enough and the words to say. And should I touch your hand first? Or maybe signal with a sudden movement: close.

And of how you will react. Your coquettish subtleties as I play detective on finding clews lost is a maze of analysis. When suddenly you, with me, leaving the dance hall hand on waist, turn suddenly and kiss. Nothing more. Life happens.