First Kiss
I knew I was going to kiss someone that night. Not any kiss But my first kiss I kept on telling everyone I have personal space issues and I need to be tipsy to let someone in. (Which I do.) There they were already lined up Eeny-meeny… oh I choose you. If I was sober, my heart would be racing, my skin would crawl and I would dare let you touch me. He then told me that he waited three times for me to kiss him. Me? What? I can't remember your face right now, I hope I someday will. I know you had a beard and a good haircut. I left, wanting to stay. But I knew I wouldn't get willing participants soon. But I found you again. Whispered things in your ear "Well then, why don't you just kiss me…" And it was like magnets drawing together Your lips on mine and without fail your tongue in my mouth and suddenly mine in yours. It was a dance And you took the lead This time I didn't overthink it. We kissed, stopped, and… I told you I really needed to go (I didn't want to.) You held onto me and I wanted to drink you in. (I wanted to kiss you more.) I left. All I want to do now is kiss you But I'm struggling to recall your face, I get glimpses. I went to sleep feeling your tongue pressed against mine














