First Date

Don't talk to me of passion.
Not with any first meeting.
No soulful kiss for that first date,
much less at that first greeting.
Passionate discourse
with double entendre,
perhaps.
Perhaps not.
Too soon to be a connection.
With me too jaded to care.
As if.
As if there was no passion in our eyes
with that first kiss,
that last kiss of the night.
Maintaining that minute distance
that keeps my desire
from pressing into you.
Barely controlling trembling hands
from offering caresses
to private parts
in public places.
Keeping my groans silent.
Just say nothing.
Just kiss and say goodnight.