Mutual Agreement

Palms sweaty; hands shaking; target in sight
That boy, your boy, is over talking to friends
You ask for a private word then walk away
Hand in hand you go to the secret spot
Together you sit against the wall and no one speaks
Finally you break the tension in the air
I think we should take a break from this
Hopefully he’ll take that well you think
Sounds good, I was thinking the same
His response shocks you so much you turn
To look into his eyes; they show so much
Looking back into your eyes you move forward
Your lips touch before you know what’s going on
So much for the break, but then again,
Was it really what you wanted anyway?
