Eyes meet for the first time, not behind screen
The busy central station fades away
Butterflies like an ingenue of eighteen
Your smile and look a hint of foreplay
Hands touch for the first time, skin on skin
Light dawns, hope rise, connection is real
Nervous faces melts into happy grins
Maybe there’s another who share how I feel
Lips meet for the first time, tender kisses
Breath catches, heart races, love and care flow
Each knowing what the other most misses
What’s needed for that radiant glow
The alarm clock abruptly rips the dream©RedCat
A longing lonely soul sorrow screams
Written for MTB: Middles & Turns at dVerse.
But this is the first time I managed to incorporate a real volta, or turn in the last couplet.