I stood there in my cool pose,

My revolutionary stance,

She moved in an alluring dance,

She was vivacious, fluid, I was memorized by her curves,

Her hips, her lips,

Skin was carmel yet a slight, light with no blemish,

As I stood there to relish,

In what seemed like pure innocence yet fierce beauty,

I moved cautious, shy, not too timid,

Relaxed, not too rigid,

Not trying to overstep my boundaries,

At the same time I was confident especially in my capabilities,

To entice her with my rhetoric,

Chaos was around can’t lose track in the hectic,

We finally talk not to seriously,

Hopefully my words can drown her in the wetness of her concealed true desires,

She can be my queen, I can be her sire,

Thinking too far into the future

I have to stay in the present moment as we continue to talk,

She smiles at my jokes yet I am no jester,

Intellectual conversations take us deeper, steeper,

 

Now my sense of attraction goes beyond her physical attributes,

She is quite the cerebral conversationalist,

The night starts to wind down,

We just met no need to rush for a kiss,

So we exit, continue to chat,

We shall meet again that was our pact,

However we take two different paths,