warm air

I struggled at first because what I had to tell her,

was not making sense at first.

Because all that I had wanted in this life—

 was something elusive.

If not wet or exclusive.

Anyway, If it’s for two,

It should be sharing between consenting adults.

adults at most.

I saw an inviting woman,

Young but,

Not under age.

I told myself,

I’ll be a fool to let her slip—

from  my sight if not from my grasp.

Her body was something—

I haven’t seen before.

I went to her to tell her how I really feel.

And when warm air off her nose graced my neck,
I shook  terribly like I was being  hit by bullet- fragments.