My first kiss was nothing I had imagined,
Magical, yet a path I wish I hadn't taken.
The time was near 3 am,
Beneath starlit skies, we stood then.
He knew it was my first kiss at nineteen,
A seductive gaze, our lips convene.
Unsure of my emotions, I let passion guide,
Carnal desires flared, inhibitions aside.
His hands caressed my waist,
Behind a church wall, pleasures embraced.
Lost in his angelic eyes, I was led astray,
Love, pleasure, desire, all in disarray.
Was it how a first kiss should be?
Perhaps forever, my secret sin it'll be.
