Poems From My Teenage Self (Pt4): ‘The First Kiss’

This would be 1987 – 16 yrs old


All I need is to hear a soft word whispered

or your breath in my ear

and my heart skips a beat

when I’m alone I close my eyes

and picture myself leaning into you

ever so slowly

I gently close my eyes

I feel your breath against my face

as I’m moving closer

gently our lips meet

and I’ve never felt more intensity than at this moment

we press our lips together & experience this –

our first kiss

we hold on to the moment

the Eternal kiss

but just before we escape into a world of our own

and in anticipation of kissing you again

I pull away

our lips tightly parting

and I know that I would go crazy

if I never felt this way again

as I stare into your eyes

there’s this understanding

this feeling that we are both completely aware

of the fire that’s been ignited between us

unaware of the world outside your eyes

your arms caressing me tightly throughout the night

and I think we both realize

that nothing could be more right.


If I blow on it it might turn to dust loll

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