Her First Kiss Poem by Eduardo M. Oran

Her body sways like a pecan tree,
Like a rare lonely summer breeze,
Her eyes alone are seductive some call her a tease,
But I, I still attempt to ask her to dance followed by a demanding 'Please? '
She doesn't let go so she has me in a firm grip and a suffocating squeeze.

As the rhythm is flowing my hands are slightly above her thin waist,
Her cheek is pressed up against my sweaty face,
I get a sudden wift of her rich paste,
I'm anxiously waiting to find out how her lips taste,
I know she's thinking the same but I continue with the sweet talk just in case.

Her accent is sexy but authentic,
I told her I love it and really meant it,
I tried kissing her cheek but I was redirected,
Back to her lips where mine are embedded.