No, he wasn't the first boy I ever kissed,
or even the first boy I
French kissed.
But he was the first boy
to take my breath
away,
the first one to give me
butterflies when our lips touched.
There was an intimacy
that my other kisses lacked,
like we were sharing a
part of each other
no one had ever seen.
With him, it was so much
more than
just a kiss.
