The Worst Form of Perfection

A crisp collared shirt and a gorgeous dress;
The past casts a shadow upon them both.
Their smiles slowly fade and their eyes lock.
The glisten in their eyes destroys the shadow.
With a sudden touch the world is forgotten.
Grips tighten, and a deep breath of each other is inhaled.
Their bodies touch, and in the wrong place and time,
Nothing is more perfect than the first kiss of the evening.