Nerves standing on edge.
Screaming to run. Screaming to stay.
Love binds you like rope
Though you're scared it is more an ideal. A thread.

But it is perfect this moment.
It is red.

Soft kisses on necks, firm grips.

Details blur .
You cannot tell where you feel ,
Only what you feel

He tells you he loves you ; often said
But to say it now..

You kiss him at the right moment
Gasps echo into each others mouths

Then the first is over
Lying together in happiness
As the perfect first calls for

With an arm around you
An arm around you
He could be the last.