First Time

The evening was over, the moment had come
Every meeting before leading to this one.
He paid the waiter and stood to go,
She smiled shyly, keeping her eyes low.
Once in the taxi, his hand on her knee,
The love in her eyes was so clear to see.
Arriving at his place, the choice had been made.
Act one and two over, the last to be played.
His hand on her neck, lips light as a feather
Two hearts become one as they join together

I wrote this for a competition – the guidelines were “Must contain the word feather and be 10 lines exactly”


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