Finger tangled, pretentiously helpless
looking forward to stick together.
Like a magic wand, however the move
sparks ignited tip to tip.
The blood rushes in veins feverishly,
hair on skin stand on their ends.
Faces paralleled,so are their bodies
The hearts producing orchestral cacophony,
followed by stomach full of butterflies.
She breaks the silence with her staccato voice,
Only to be kissed for the first time ever.

-Pallavi Goswami