My First Kiss

Winters snow couldn't be more beautiful, At least not as much as the thought of you. Reminiscing moments of the past, Thinking now if only those moments had last. Dreaming of memories attacking my desire, My love for you is like those cold longing for a fire. The warmth and the softness... followed by your lips, concluding but adding to your kiss. The climax comes and then attacks, Then ecstasy enters into our grasp. That moment, that bit of joy, Concluded but not destroyed. First is always the best, Because first of course comes before the rest. First stays, While others may past away. My first still consoles that bond, Feelings at one time tainted still holds strong. Though ending still manages to carry on. Lingering in my imagination, Upsetting divine temptation. I crave the first, but I'm content with my last. Because now my last presides the first making it a fragment of the past. Though still haunted by that ecstasy, It’s my last that resides next to me. It’s my last that now strives to make history...