The Dreaded First Kiss
Oh how I recall the agony and worry
Over the first proper grown up kiss
That was supposed to send you floating among the stars
On a voyage of euphoria and endless bliss.
French kissing
I'd seen them do it here in England too
Even the monkey's did it in the zoo
Did you have to be French?.
The one's they did on TV and wrote about in songs
What if my breath stunk or I got it wrong
The lips might just not fit
I'd be laughed at and the talk of the village
The local clown
But I knew it was something I had to do
A part of growing up whenever
It came around.
I'd practice kissing the back of my hand
Even my pillow and no not our family dog willow
It can'r be they hard do you suck or blow?
It was a great mystery I'd yet to know.
How I'd daydream for hours in my room
Wrapped up in a cosy warm kiss fest hopelessly in love
With a girl in school ahhhhhh what bliss
Imaging kiss after kiss
I'd given a Quick peck to a girl before
Bur now I was nearly a man
And I wanted to kiss until my lips were sore.
The day finally came by the side of a garage
I forget her name
The butterflies fluttered in my belly
This was it just like on telly
We both stood there lips together like glue
Both not knowing what to do
There was no suction as I recall
I felt so embarrassed
There wasn't much life in her at all.
But as my experiments eventually got much better with practice
I just wanted to kiss and never stop
The girls parents often tried to prise us apart
Well they did need to eat I suppose and get some sleep
But me I'm addicted kissing is so sweet.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. May.
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