From The Attic (poetry)

What Is Love?

"I've never been with a girl." Alice announces.

I don't say anything for a while, because I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be saying. Is this like an invitation to kiss her or something? I don't even know if I want to kiss her.

I just know that she smells of Lemons and her smile makes me feel alive and that when she casually holds my hand my heart does a double backflip and I'm sure that I don't like her but I really don't know how love is supposed to feel like. In the movies they make it out to be so easy but out here, in the real world, I've got not clue how love works.

Yes, I've slept with more girls than I can count, but that's the point I've never loved them, just only devoured them to my own will. Made them beg for my touch, made them moan out my name in the darkest of nights but I've never knew where I'd begin with love.

"Close your eyes." I instruct "Close your eyes and listen then tell me what you want."

She nods while closing her eyes, the moans from the tv fills the room instantly, bouncing off the walls as I closely watch Alice shift in her seat. Her hands digging in the cushions of the sofa.

"Tell me what to do, Alice." I whispere against her ear, blowing hot air.

"I want you to kiss me, please kiss me."

I move closer to her, inching my face towards hers and finally I connect my lips to her soft plump ones and I go slow because even though Alice said she's never kissed a girl before I know she's never kissed anyone.

I'm her first and I don't know how I feel about that. But I try with everything in me to make it special, because I know how it feels like to have your first kiss be everything but amazing

She pulls away, not saying a word just staring at me. "What?" I ask, shifting away from her.

"No, don't." She grabs my arm and I try not to flinch from the cuts on my arms, "I liked it." She moves closer to me and rests her head on my shoulder.

Tell me is this what love is supposed to feel like?