First Encounter

Chance encounter

Spontaneous attraction

Nervous souls

Music their connection

Would they bond

Would they last

Expectations set low

Not moving too fast

A night of talking

Shared over drinks

Easier as the night progressed

Over before they could blink

Neither of them

Wanting it to end

Reluctantly leaving

Another day to spend

Both hearts warmed

On a cold, damp night

Wanting to kiss her

With lips pursed tight

Leaning in to feel her lips

Pulling her in

First kiss so innocent

Testing waters he’d like to swim

Receptive are both

Senses heightened

Equally enjoying taste and scent

Each no longer frightened

Another meeting

When the week is done

Both anxiously awaiting

Not soon enough will it come

For now they’ll linger

On first date conversation

Kisses shared afterward

More of them held in anticipation

F. Tipa