First Kiss
He pulled her faceto invade her spacehe was close, so close,for the first time, courage rosein him, unlike gone days n’ nightsof wishful thinking, of aborted biddingsher mouth, his lips, wet n’ redso very, very, very wet, spreadover hers to feed starving lips –their first kiss. Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | Spilledwoords.org| 2021
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