Lesbian Poetry

first meeting

Let me tell a tale:
Of a blue eyed beauty and a girl with hair as dark as the night
the wind blew my cheeks and gave my hair flight
as I stare up at the clouds in the sky
being beside her I felt dizzy, I felt high
being without, I'm a jumper with no puddle
so we walked under the rain and cuddled
rosie cheeked and chapped lips
chilled skin and shivering hips
all the while waiting
every moment closer to anticipating
when exactly it might happen
I pulled her to a corner just around the bin
kissed her hard taking away the months of desire
melting the shyness with our fire
I'll admit our meeting wasn't that of tradition
but in person it was one hell of an audition
in that moment we knew
in her pink and my blue
that we wouldn't be able to stay apart
no second thoughts that day I gave her my heart
she's here to stay
until the day WE move away
to start our new life
as each others "wife"