Slow down.

There was a skip in my heart.
Did our lips just touch?
Why are we already apart?
I didn't even get to appreciate.
Oh how soon acceleration breaks.

Slow down.

I don't even think Cupid had the time,
To witness this moment,
To admire his own complex design.
You swore indecision, adamantly.
I'll change that in a moment, or two or three.

Slow down.

Maybe next time I can make the request,
Just to linger a little while longer,
To leave our lips pressed.
So we can let loose our inhibitions.
So I can get lost in this acquisition.

Slow down.