Fairy Tale Flounderings
That steamy summer day
At age fourteen and three months
I stood awaiting the kiss
Of the tall, dark, handsome hunk
My stomach was in knots
As terror snaked up my throat
Would he think it was okay?
Would he, with flowery words, emote?
His luscious lips descended
As I closed unbelieving eyes
A thrill rushed through my body
I was weak from feet to thighs
Then, suddenly, his tongue
Darted out and squished around
In a sloppy and slathering mess
My feet never left the ground
When the “kiss” was over
I couldn’t look at him the same
He was a dog; no longer a boy
And, now, I don’t recall his name
Inspired by John Heck's contest, "Egads, My First Kiss?"
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009
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