A Soft Savage

Tick Tock Tick Tock

We are inches away

Tick tock tick tock

Breathe in, don't panic

Tick tock tick tock

The wait, the thrill; takes your breathe away

Just before you dig in, waiting like served picnic

Those tiny muscle twitches

Take a step closer - you will feel no glitches

That breathe on your face quickens your heart pace

Suddenly lips feel so dry,

The look in her eyes, "I don't mean to pry"

You lean in…

Pause!

That moment - its here, isn't it?

Just an inch away but still so far away

A glance is not enough, you don't seem so tough

All you see is buff - that feeling, its off the cuff

The first touch is watching your favourite superhero in his prime

Primetime Primetime!

Your nerves get the message

Primetime Primetime!

Its time for art

Brush stroke... Brush stroke...

Strawberry - Yoghurt - Chocolate - Ice

Taste the paint of age

Its vintage in the present, a soft savage.