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