My First Kiss

What is the memory of my first kiss? It seems like a million years ago And yet it seems like only yesterday When I was about thirteen or so I can remember so clearly Thinking I was truly grown Getting myself all dressed up And going out on my own On my very first real date To the cinema we did go Feeling quite like grownups Just me and my  first beau We were both so very nervous At first he simply held my hand I knew that he was scheming And pondering his romantic plan Sitting there in the darkness Our hands were all sweaty and wet So nervous with anticipation Neither of us having kissed as yet I felt him drawing nearer His arm perched precariously on my chair I knew the time was coming soon As his fingers ran through my hair I held my breath in anticipation As he began to make his move The moment was close at hand His manhood he had yet to prove Like a hero in a romance novel He looked me in the eyes and took hold of me I can still feel his hands upon my face Whilst he tried to give me a tonsillectomy I'm not sure if this is what you wanted So you'll forgive me whilst I reminisce This is the sad but true story And the memory of my first kissDedicated to Ian Morrison ... I hope that his kissing skills have improved in the past 25 years! Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 08:09 AM PST   18 • 0 • 14