The Dreaded First Kiss

Oh how I recall the agony and worry Over the first proper grown up kiss That was supposed to send you floating among the stars On a voyage of euphoria and endless bliss. French kissing I'd seen them do it here in England too Even the monkey's did it in the zoo Did you have to be French?. The one's they did on TV and wrote about in songs What if my breath stunk or I got it wrong The lips might just not fit I'd be laughed at and the talk of the village The local clown But I knew it was something I had to do A part of growing up whenever It came around. I'd practice kissing the back of my hand Even my pillow and no not our family dog willow It can'r be they hard do you suck or blow? It was a great mystery I'd yet to know. How I'd daydream for hours in my room Wrapped up in a cosy warm kiss fest hopelessly in love With a girl in school ahhhhhh what bliss Imaging kiss after kiss I'd given a Quick peck to a girl before Bur now I was nearly a man And I wanted to kiss until my lips were sore. The day finally came by the side of a garage I forget her name The butterflies fluttered in my belly This was it just like on telly We both stood there lips together like glue Both not knowing what to do There was no suction as I recall I felt so embarrassed There wasn't much life in her at all. But as my experiments eventually got much better with practice I just wanted to kiss and never stop The girls parents often tried to prise us apart Well they did need to eat I suppose and get some sleep But me I'm addicted kissing is so sweet. Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. May.