Her Lips

Her lips were red,
the color of cherries,
her eyes sparkled now.
The breath of her mouth,
was moist on your neck, bare,
as your heart was a flutter
and you thought of love,
with the soft music playing,
quite close and near,
was how it happened ,
when you a young lad,
hugged your first girl.
I hope it was then
and will happen once more,
before life is at end
with Death near the door.