I must surrender to moonlight's call
To taste the lips of beauty's thrall.
Before this loathsome night is through,
The first

To quiver is key
for he quivers with me,
an inch apart
and yet,
a mile away.

Leaning in,
and breathing heavy,
feeling weak,
and

I remember that sure and steady gaze,

With eyes at first an unreadable maze,

That first ready smile on enticing lips,

The

It could be young, sweet and quivering

Hesitant, ecstatic and faltering

Ashamed, awkward and fearing

 Naive, cute

LOVE'S FIRST KISS

Why have you awakened this sleeping soul,
With love's first kiss as the morning bell tolls,

A gentle touch