...SSSHHH

She said she wanted to do things to me that I normally wouldn’t

I mean she was a girl like me so really I shouldn’t

Right?

Or couldn’t I just for once ignore my golden rule and play it cool?

But who was I to ask?

My other girls would try to school me and boys would just drool

So I was lost in a pool of my own sexuality

Confused why her touch did not dissuade me from her advances

But rather left me amused.

I would barely even call that a touch

It was like the hairs on our skins slightly brushed

And desire shot through me like a wildfire

Building within a fever I’ve only known a man to inspire.

What was I to make of it?

What would become of forbidden lips pressed gently against mine?

Soft, wet: Just one kiss.

If men had bragged of the sweetness of this

And likened it to a virgin surrendering her chaste

What was to deny me a taste?

Furious from the uncertainty,

Yet curious still at the thrill of the reality of her standing a breath away

The status quo demanding I leave but my feet defiant enough to stay.

Unable to heel how I was beginning to feel

I let emotions tumble over like a cartwheel
My mouth, pursed, met hers

And then silence.

Dead silence.

Rhythm no more to my heart beat

Thoughts fleet,

Meaning no more to discreet as tongues greet

Silent excitement in sinful indulgence

She did as I pleased and with ease brought imagination to life

The men had been right; she was that sweet.

One kiss with her I would never forget

One girl, one secret I would never confess

Fenced safely in my conscience

That when all lies still I glance at that one chance I never took again.

I think of her and then…. Silence

………ssshhh

KISS

My temperature’s changed
Can’t tell if it’s higher or lower
My heart beats different
Is it faster or slower?
I’ve lost control over my mind
Seem to have discarded every thought
I’m swallowing down a choke
I’m not breathing as I ought.
He’s standing too close to me
His body’s too near
My knees neglect me
I’ll fall soon, I fear.
One touch makes me shiver
Another makes me moan
In his warmth there is evidence
His feelings match my own.
I sense first before I feel
As his lips come down on mine
I smile through a kiss as we create
A memory in fine design.
A touch of lips, an opening of hearts
Insight of what's yet to be
Its the birth of a promise, a moment of treasure
A dream become reality.