written on Thursday, September 23, 2021 at 18:05 by J. Cooper
(A/N: all poems in the foreseeable future will start to become less family friendly than they already are)
Last week I only saw
The hazel eyed boy as a classmate,
Sunday as a crush.
Mon-Tues-Wednesday he wanted to kiss me-
Today we did it and my cheeks like this blush.
It was quick but it was soft-
Fast but sweet-
Speedy but it was-
It-
I-
Do it again-
I've never felt so much care
In such a small motion-
He took my chin,
And kissed my lip
And filled me with so much joy.
Next time I'm gonna pull him back down to me
So that it lasts longer, and I'm gonna
Give his beautiful bottom lip
That nibble I've been saving for years-
First person I've felt so safe with in years-
Haven't felt so loved since I was 10
And even then, this is better,
Cause he-
You-
I-
We-
I-
You-
We-
You just pulled me out of a prison
That I've been locked in
Since I was 10-
Please never-
Next time, I'm gonna cup your cheeks-
No, do the cute neck hold thing- No-
Next time I'm gonna kiss back,
And I'm not gonna pull away until you hafta leave,
So I'll probably whimper and kiss your neck-
Right on the Adam's Apple- cause it's so-
I've always wanted to kiss one and yours is so-
