I’ve recently been on an OCD-inspired clean up of my home office space. And to be completely honest with you, I’ve been a bit of a hoarder over the years. Mainly books and things I’ve written. I have a couple of filing cabinets filled with scraps of ideas, single paragraphs, maybe a line or two of verse.
While rummaging through these random pieces of paper, I re-discovered a file that had some old poetry I’d written years ago. A few were familiar, a few had been forgotten. One that stuck out to me was one I wrote for my partner not long after we first started dating (twenty-six years ago!). Although I was inspired by our first real kiss, I think anyone who remembers their first kiss with that special someone will relate.
Love and passion have always been a favorite theme for poets. So with that in mind, I present to you…
There’s that moment of awkward silence as
we look one another’s eyes, drawing ever closer.
I feel a smile tug at my lips and I try not to laugh, knowing
that it would ruin the moment. Then I feel the soft flesh
of your lips as they press against mine and a rush of
adrenaline and fear,
nerves and arousal.
I feel your tongue entwine with mine, tender and gently probing.
I feel the heat and moisture of your breath, your body pressing
so firmly against mine, and I can’t help but notice how wonderful
your breasts feel pressed up against me.
I can feel the beating of your heart.
My hands squeeze your waist, pulling your hips up close while
your fingers move through my hairs like ten exotic dancers,
pulling my face down toward you.
I can feel the warmth of your body as we share our first lover’s kiss,
revealing our desire with surprising intensity,
stopping just shy of pain.
The kiss abates and we pull apart,
and look one another
first in wonder,
then with hunger.
And the kiss begins anew.