The Prom

There's a time and place, I was sixteen wearing lace,
Going to my first prom, with a nice boy named Tom.
Slow dancing with great fear, he whispered in my ear:
"Baby Doll, let's go play." Answer, I could not say.
He slipped me a soft kiss; in time, it would be missed.

I gazed into his eyes to search for any lies-
If intentions are such, then deny him from touch.
For him earning my trust, he must hold back his lust.
A song comes to an end, can our passion ever mend?
I am still in his arms, me cherishing his charms.

He knows I'm not ready...still, he's my sweet teddy,
Walking me to my door, holding hands as before.
His feelings are stronger, cannot stay much longer.
Embraced in a long kiss, a romance he promised...
I then cried in delight, he kisses me goodnight.

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