The First Time. Poem by KrIsTiNa CoTTo

My stomach drops, leaving my body shaking in nervousness.
The thought of us that close makes my heart race.
Feeling like the first time, the first time ever but trying with all my power to contain myself from screaming with excitment.
Hands temble and become clamy, mind wonders back and forth hoping the first time is memorible, worth while. hoping it is good, hoping we dont back out, hoping were not to goofy.
Time ticks, every second is closer.
Every second is more exciting.
Every second i think about it more.
Wanting the moment to come amnd not wanting it to end.