Resting her head on his broad chest, the girl wished
It would be forever, how wonderful it’d be
If it were forever, to be with him, to feel his warmth
To listen to his heartbeat; ‘He’s mine!’
‘She sure smells nice’, the boy thought and wondered
About the next step; ‘should I rush it or not’-
Unable to control his arousal,
He was a bit embarrassed but happy –
‘Gently’, he told himself, ‘be deliberate’, but then he was ashamed
And felt guilty, his love and lust tearing him in two.
Pressing herself closer to him
The girl was a bit scared but excited –
‘he loves me, he loves me’, she thought
Triumphant at her new possession, her new puppet.
The boy re-positioned himself, moving to the second stage
As the girl wondered if this is the time to show some reluctance
Would coyness be appropriate or would it kill his passion, she wasn’t sure.
Ah, but man proposes and God disposes – leaning down to a exploratory kiss,
Eyes closed - suddenly the boy shuddered as a wave of nausea hit him
Because the girl, beautiful though she was,
Had forgotten to brush her teeth that morning!
******** Balachandran V , Trivandrum 08.03.2011