Youth
Darkness
That’s all my closed eyes could see while my lips were being captured by an awkward preteen boy.
My bruised lips from nervous biting matched perfectly with his smooth ones. This moment.
Of vulnerability and shyness was his and his only to see.
How new it felt, but not long lasting.
After all, we were just young middle schoolers wanting to get a taste of something sacred and refreshing.
Like fine wine, made only for the best and yearned by the curious ones.
Copyright © Thaleia Greenstone | Year Posted 2016
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