An exchange of glances, meaningful looks
Of two mutual friends, sharing a nook
A giggle or two and he smiles as he looks down
She says with a smile, with a touch of a smirk
Ha!.. You can look.... ..and you may peek....... but you can't touch what you seek....
Says he with a wickedly friendly grin,
I would look ... I would peek ... And if I touched would you be that meek?
And her reply with a little slight blush
I admit that it might send a tingle that's for sure
But I'm of the thought, we should keep it pure
A reply he gives in such a quandry, he gives to her this query,
If I reached with intent to touch ... would that really bother you much?
If I touched in such a way ... would my hand get slapped away?
She answers with her prettiest smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand on his,
You might get a blush and my hand stoping yours with a light squeeze
but never a slap, just a gentle "no please"
He looks at her with his handsomest smile
Ever so slight encouragement ... lemme see.
If you allowed this man to feel
His heart and head would surely reel.
To touch your skin as soft as silk
The time he took he'd surely milk
Says she to him in whispering tones
Blushing red and heated skin
This innocent game
You may just win....
He thinks and wonders should he test
Reaching, wanting to touch that breast
Its buds standing so tight and erect
He starts to bend down and give them a peck
She smack his nose and says in harsh
Not in public.
He pulls back with a stare intent
And wonders if this is really meant
He holds her hand gently
And looks deep in her eyes
He prays she says yes
That would be quite the surprise
Says she with a sly little grin
Looks deep in his eyes
And leans in close to his lips....
So you see now, dear
It's time to find us an Inn.