the end

She had a sweet face it glowed with beauty.

She wanted inside my head, but I was nervous.

She said to me “just tell me the end, so I can prepare my heart now”.

I didn’t know the end, all I knew is I wanted to feel those lips.

I had a dilemma; do I make up the end to get the lips?

Do I tell her that I have no plans of being around till the end?

I confessed, “All I want is a tender kiss, I can’t make a solemn promise”

Her eyes flared, lips puckered.

She moved in with a breathtaking brush of her lips.

My knees gave in, I fell to the floor.

Infatuated with the moment, I began to confess my feelings.

She quieted me with finger pressed to her sultry lips.

She moved in again, my eyes closed in anticipation, she whispered, the end.