Backseat confessions ( Sunny Rivers Poem challenge )

Fingers laced beneath the table,

breath quickens, heartbeat unstable.

Time is crawling at a snails pace,

he brushes his hand across my face.

I shutter at his faintest touch,

I can’t wait much longer, the yearnings too much.

Where is the waiter, bring us the bill,

the drive is so long to Blueberry Hill.

Will he kiss me tender and tickle my lips,

or will he grab at my waist and pull on my hips.

Will he whisper sweet nothings and nibble my ear,

or will he pull at my cloths and yank at my hair.

I must not set my mind to wonder,

but what could go wrong, I panic and ponder.

Boys I’ve been told can be ruthless and cold,

I promise myself, I must be bold.

As we pull to the top of Blueberry Hill

I muster my courage and summon my will.

He drapes his arm up and over my shoulder,

as he scoots his body a little bit closer.

On the bench seat, our legs are now touching

my throat is dry, my heart I am clutching.

The next thing I know I’m in the back seat,

my heart says to stay but mouth starts to speak.

I cradle myself as I start to confess,

I’m a virgin my love, I regret to profess.

He leans down closer and breaths in my ear,

whispering “ My darling there is nothing to fear.”

“I love you like the mornings first light,

and the stars that twinkle in the dark of the night.

I do not wish to take what’s not mine,

Yet, I will wait for you until the end of all time.”