One Hell of a Ride

I can still remember the way you looked at me when I wore that blue dress.

It was the first night we met,

Do you recall it?

We were only supposed to go for coffee and a meet and greet,

you know, the usual first date with small talk,

where I got to know the “about you’s” and you asked for the “about me’s”

but after a while, the way those eyes stared at my lips while I spoke,

sent a bolt of electricity down to places where exhilaration was provoked;

you poked my raving curiosity,

you piqued my interest,

you spoke to me in tongues,

you cunning linguist,

I knew it from that very first night,

that you and I baby,

were in for one hell of a ride.