THE FIRST TIME I KISSED A GIRL – a poem

The first time I kissed a girl,
Her lips were all meaty and spongy,
It wasn’t rushed nor tongues put in,
It was calm.
Slow and not rushed.
I loved it.

The first time I kissed a girl,
It was under a starlit sky,
Under the soundtracks of a hair factory in Ruiru,
Noisy yes. But in that moment, silent and peaceful.

The first time I kissed a girl,
I didn’t put my hands up her dress,
Or up her blouse through her bra to her titties,
It was plain kissing and making out,
And I loved it.
I loved her.
I was stuck in the moment,
Like the Mad Hatter at tea time.

The first time I kissed a girl,
She had a weave on.
I didn’t notice it,
For my hand, one at the back of her head,
Another clutching at her waist,
Had never experienced such heaven before.
It was magic.

The first time I kissed a girl,
Eyes closed,
Mind blank,
I was spent.
I, such extacy, have never experienced.
It was better than all the drugs, in one pill.

Whence it first happened, the rosemarys opened their mouths wide,
And let out their breath in congratulations,
Making sure I savoured every moment,
And wrapped me around her warm.

The first time I kissed a girl,
She was warm.
And soft. She was sweet.
The first time I kissed a girl,
I loved it.

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