I have dreamt
About my first kiss
For along time.
I imagined it like the movies
"The guy stares at my lips,
Then my eyes, then my lips again.
He bites his lip, one hand
Sneaks around my waist
And the other moves a piece of hair
Away from my face. Slowly leaning
In to kiss me."
I thought that would be the perfect first kiss
But
Ours was different
It was perfect
But in a flawed way
Just like us
You tried to kiss my
Forehead
But because my timing is perfect
I moved and
My eyelid got it instead
At least I had better luck
Kissing your cheek.
I sat up a bit
Your arm around me loosening
I said the funniest
Yet most stupid
Thing
"You didn't mess up my eyeliner did you?"
My eyes spied your lips
And the next thing I knew
My lips were on them.
I honestly don't remember moving
You were shocked
But when you kissed me back
I knew this was one of the best days of my life
Then that girl on my bus had to open the door down the hallway
And we broke apart.
Gosh I could kiss your lips forever.
You were shaking and your heart was pounding
I wanted to calm you down but I wanted your lips more
I wanted you never to let go of me
I want to experience that again because
My head is always racing, I want to remember every detail
But for once
I can't remember
All I know is your lips were on mine
And it felt like heaven.
I just want more Art hall moments
YOU ARE READING
Him and Her
PoetryThe untold stories of my sleepless nights and my complicated love story. This slowly opens up and you can learn a bit of my past but it mainly focuses on my struggle threw relationships and how I learn to grow as a person as I fall in love.