I can still remember every detail of when I kissed you
We had some stupid bet going on
And every time I angered you, I owed you a kiss
And every time, just before my lips met yours
I could hear you taking a sharp breath
Like I rendered you breathless, like you enjoyed it
And the small noises you would make when I kissed you slowly
When I took my time and taught you how to kiss someone
I would count the kisses you had left
And when we stopped for a bit, for a breather, I said
Well, you're out of kisses, what are you going to do now
You leaned over me and breathed a laugh
Your lips hovering above mine
Brushing up against them, taunting me, you whispered
Shut up and kiss me
And so I did
YOU ARE READING
a collection of feelings
Poetrya small collection of feelings, written over a period of a year.
