He Walks Into My Night
He walks into my night
with a manful stride.
I watch in fascination
which I try to hide.
He stares and finds
my eyes on him
and now the pretense
does begin.
He approaches slowly
and then he smiles.
I shrink like a violet
and all the while
my heart is beating
a syncopated beat.
My face is flushed
with searing heat.
He touches my face.
I stand quite still.
He's walked into my night
and I know I will
surrender to his manly ways
and remember only this,
the feel of my body trembling
and the taste of my very first kiss.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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