 | That first kiss,
he was so afraid,
he nearly missed,
but he kissed me anyways.
That next day,
he tried again,
didn't miss,
and took my hand.
he said he loved me,
He said he cared.
His smile made me feel
like walking on air.
We dated for months,
and we stayed at the peck,
and a day later,
we were kissing yet.
We had a dare,
to not only kiss,
but for his hands to travel,
and I move my hips.
His smile grew afraid,
and I slightly blushed,
but I'll tell you,
It's not a story of lust. |  |