A year and a half we spent together.
I knew everything about her,
She knew everything about me.
We were just living life now.
From there on, visiting me was not problem.
The problem started one afternoon,
When she came home with me,
We did our school work.
And then I made something for us to eat,
After a few minutes, we were now being romantic.
I kept on telling her how much I love her,
Kissing her forehead, hugging her.
She climbed on top of me,
And we kissed.
At first it was a slow, but cute kiss with smiles in between.
Then she stopped and looked at me.
I can't explain the look she gave me,
After that she continued to kiss me,
This time more passionately
Our kiss was now wetter & deep.
Kiss her neck like he did.
From there, pick me up like in the movies.
Grab and squeeze her breasts like he did.
Move your hand slowly on her thigh like he did.
Gently touch the fountain in between her legs like he did.
Trust me she will moan in your ear like she did.
Said my thought.
I told myself I will do that.
So continued kissing her.
She took off her school shirt,
Kissed me, & I kissed her back.
She grabbed my lower weapon,
Again, I pulled her closer like a professional.
It was time to make the big move,
But fear took control over me,
I didn't do it,
I couldn't do it.
She stopped and looked at me,
With disappointment...
That's when I realized that it, wasn't as simple as it sounds.
She stood up and watched TV till I accompanied her home.
This was it, I made a mistake, and I have to learn this, & I have to get it right.
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I AM NOT TO BLAME
Poetry"I am not to blame" is a book written for teenagers, A book that reminds teenagers to make the right choices, To realize that they have a lot to live for in life and not just Social media, clothes, relationships and friends. It's about their future...
