Uncertainty

It was an awkward day, I could not tell at all and she, the pretty one, she did not send a hint, although she'd smiled, and winked, and nodded, which made her locks fall down, a bit to my chagrin, they covered precious skin space to be marked, reserved for later, if and when she'd say OKAY, you really need not ask, you must be sure about what generations have and doubtless will accept as laissez faire, so kiss the maiden now, she may not mind! Time led us on, and circumstances seemed to be what was, for us at least a promised plea, we kissed, and hugged, we snuggled on the featherbed, and in the end of ends, I did not know for sure, although I bet my very life, it would be right, and we would be a pair of doves. Or wolves, it matters not but we would be, just us.