Grinding, Dancing.Mature

Looking into her eyes,
     I suddenly realize,
            She's reading my mind, 
                 Giving me a look telling me she's interested in what she'll find.
Suddenly, she was leaning in close,
          Her scent so intoxicating, 
                  It feels like she drugged me in a low dose, 
   Her lips almost touching mine,
              Our fingers intertwined,
And I felt it. 
            My first kiss,
For the Danceing, Grinding, Ms.

The End

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