First Kiss

At twelve I saw kissing in shows Where "gross" was suppose to be hot As for me, my first chance arose Before I could give it much thought! She said what fun kissing would be But caught me off guard for a while I asked, "Each other?", though plain to see She then rolled her eyes, with a smile In a garage where cars couldn't park All though we tried we weren't moved We bumped our lips without a spark But I felt, it could be improved It was something I didn't need But then I began to ponder In my head was planted a seed How good could it get I wonder?