It took lots of attempts.
Lots of coxing and
Cajoling. Flirty texts,
Superlative poems.
Treating you like a baby
When you turned
Vulnerable and
Cunningly slip in a
Sarcastic comment
That almost hid my
Intentions.
I'm no saint, you see.
I needn't be but
I'm a bit self-reflective-
My feeble vices,
Wild desires and longing
To commit sweet sins-
While I improvise to
Learn, re-learn, and
Cook you up on low
Flame for long-
Pampering you was a
Culinary affair.
And for the first time
We breathed close-
As the strands of your
Hair brushed my cheeks.
The lips quivered
And tongues battled..
You almost let me touch
Your bosom.
But it felt so wrong
Somehow.
I kept overthinking about
The boundary I should
Have crossed.
But when the next time
It happened-
Like my hands acting
On their own-
It was so good.
Heavenly.
The beauty of this
Evolutionary compulsion-
Seems in the Garden
Of Eden, God was not
Angry about that one
Forbidden fruit.
But of two.