FredPeyer

First Love

A shy glance

Quickly averted

But nevertheless

Received

 

Setting stage for

Accidental touch

Trembling fingers

On fire

 

Bumping into

Each other

At once

Horrified and excited

 

Seeking out

The other’s space

Dreaming of

Making it our own

 

The first words

Exchanged hesitantly

Afraid of saying

The wrong thing

 

Glorious first kiss

More of a peck

A quick brush

Of feverish lips

 

Suppressing fear

Of rejection

Timidly audacious

Holding hands