I remember our first date
Walking home with you
And your fingers found the spaces between mine
They locked, shut tight
As if you had caught me and
I knew there and then it was for keeps.
We stopped and lingered at your door
You said you wanted me, right there and then
I told you don’t! I didn’t put it out on first dates
I told you I wanted to get to know you just a little bit more
In fact it was 6 months and 3 days until I finally lay with you!
You told me I oozed sex appeal
I laughed nervously, a knee jerk reaction
No one had ever said that to me before
Say it again I asked you, so to make sure I wasn’t thinking it out loud
Because that how I felt about you too
But it was true you had said it and I replied but why what is that you see
That evades my vision.
I think went onto protest a little too much,
I am straight up and down, but you have the most wonderful breasts I exclaimed
(I had notice them once or twice during our night).
I have a crooked nose I inherited off my grandfather
How can you possibly say I ooze sex appeal?
When you stand there looking like a Goddess
You are beautiful!
Whilst I stand here like some prepubescent teenage boy
(with an image of your breast ingrained in my brain)
You ooze confidence you said
It leaves a trail of scent like perfume
You wear your sexuality like a coat; fasten with the buttons of experience
Your quirky, different, I love the way your mind thinks and how you speak
How you held your coffee cup tonight, need I go on? you said
You asked if would I kiss you or is that not permitted on first dates too
I didn’t need asking twice
And five years on, engaged here we are still very much in love
Infact the love has grown stronger over the years
And you still say I ooze sex appeal
You still love /want my straight up and down
You still enwrap in yourself in me
You still kiss my crooked nose when you awake in the mornings
and when you go to sleep at night
And me well I love every inch of you from your brain down to your toes
But secretly I will always worship your breasts
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland.