First Kiss
And it’s warm. And it starts in your chest. And it travels through your body like a wisp of smoke. And your head is crowded but clear. And his hand is holding your face. And it’s your first kiss. And it doesn’t happen like the movies. And for a split second it’s scary. And you don’t know what you’re doing. And then you close your eyes. And then you stop thinking. And you stop breathing. And it’s your first kiss. And you just feel it. And you feel it inside, and out. And you’re radiating love. And he’s scared too. And that’s okay. And you’re going to think too much. And then you won’t be able to think at all. And it’s your first kiss. And then you open your eyes. And you realise you’re still holding your breath. And he’s staring like he’s looking into your soul. And then it’s over but it’s not. And you’re entranced. And you can still feel it. And it’s still warm. And now you’re numb. And you feel warm and fuzzy. And he says goodbye. And he walks away. And you cover your mouth with your hand. And you can taste him on your tongue. And you can still feel his hand your face. And you can still feel his kiss there. And it’s your first kiss. And you’re radiating love. And you’re radiating hope. And you’re radiating joy. And you’re radiating excitement. And anticipation, and fear. And you worry he didn’t like it. And you can’t stop smiling. And you can’t stop laughing. And you want to jump. And you love this boy. And he loves you. And this moment is perfection Because it’s your first kiss.