You looked at me like nobody else did,
making my stomach churn with anxiety.
I was nervous,
wanting to spill the contents of my thoughts on the floor.

I saw those compassionate eyes,
looking directly at me, not around.
A longing smile that erased all my doubts,
suddenly feeding me,
with knowledge that wasn't there before.

One bliss moment your lips,
as soft as a cashmere scarf,
pressed so carefully onto mine,
as if I was a china cup;
so fragile.

Like a jolt of caffeine kicking in,
our ballet spins into a break dance,
perfectly nailing every move,
swaying back and forth,
back and forth.
Stop. Applause. Encore.