The first

Concealed by the cover of night and tucked from sight
If open to enter, yet this eve my heart doth surrender
Too many hours spent resisting, the images of all I've been missing
Dance atop my thought and are emboldened by the last whiskey bought
The anticipation it's killing me, one more lean will set us free
Distance disappears until my pulse cheers
Rapid in step
Lips connect in jubilee when pressed to those of my dear Jenna Leigh.