Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.




No, clumsy, that’s a better word.

No way to prepare

The moment just comes.

What you expect and what really happens,

Does not match.

Dry mouth

Sweaty palms

Nerves fill the room


All of a sudden, it’s over.


All this drama, all this build up

For a first kiss.



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