Nervous
Move foot to foot
What to do with my hands
Hope we don’t bump noses
What if he doesn’t like how I kiss
What if he kisses gross
Does my breath stink
I hope his breath doesn’t stink
Oh so nervous
Bounce from foot to foot again
As he leans in oh so gently
So sweetly
And kisses me
Sending chills down my spine
I forget what I was thinking
As I kiss him back
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Comments (5)
This captured the awkwardness of a first kiss so well
But first, where are my Certs with Retsin (more commonly known as vegetable oil)?
Hahahahhaahahhaa I would definitely have all those thoughts. Especially about the stinky breath. Loved your poem!
Dear~Dear StepMom ~ Oh, how you always BakeUp the memories in me. Pam, a prematurely developed preteen, planted one one me: I still remember how soft her lips were! StepSon
Sweet and forgotten until remembered... First kisses are indeed still happening. Thanks Momma Combs!