The clock says midnight will be here soon,
Almost time for the ladies to swoon.
Everyone’s eyes subtly scanning the room,
Seeking the one they wish to kiss soon.
I see you standing on the far side,
You caught me gazing at you doe-eyed,
I’ve only got four minutes to reach you,
Oh God, I hope there is no queue.
Fuck it, I’m not going to miss that kiss,
I have to catch that moment of bliss,
I barge through the crowd like a raging bull.
Pucker up for kisses, I’ve got a mouthful.
Two minutes left to get past this fat mob,
Get out of my way or you’ll be a hatchet job,
Ten seconds left and I’m in full-flight,
I dived over the crowd and we kissed at Midnight.
©Trinket 2018
