blue moon | spice

cute blush,
instant crush,
blood rush;
her knees get weak.

admiring stare,
beautiful hair,
sexy wear;
his perfect kinda chic.

he waves; she caves
she smiles; attraction piles

swallows his pride,
takes a stride,
now by her side,
the anxiety he can't hide.

she can't block his charm,
warning bells sound the alarm,
but she sees no harm,
and kindly takes to his arm.

lingering stolen kiss,
no she can't miss this,
this he can't dismiss...

this ain't right,
this they cannot fight,
it'll only be one night,
so let the fireworks ignite,
and senses excite,
we only got tonight.

spice.scripts 2010