MY FIRST KISS
My first kiss was bitter sweet;
The tainted touch of a folded fist
Accompanied rivers of her nectared spit;
While I held my chin as she threw a fit.
My first kiss was a rainy night,
With a touch of cold wet light
On the face of our lips snuggling tight,
Mixing hopes and dreams in our flight.
My first kiss was heaven and hell;
In some places I fell,
In some places I rose to cast a spell
But her lips held it's secrets well,
And now she is gone like a breeze,
Like the moon releasing the sea from its bossomed squeeze,
Like the stars fading into oblivious bliss,
Like that kiss was a memory of some hidden sleaze.
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