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RE: POETRY CONTEST - Runaway Rhymes 6: First or Worst

in #poetry8 years ago (edited)

We stared into each others eyes in a moment of bliss.
It's was then that she asked about my first kiss.
Though I knew she wasn't trying to be rude.
I hesitated, because my first kiss was from a dude.
It was my babysitter's son who first said to me,
The secrets of a french kiss I can teach to thee.
Though the last thing I wanted was to kiss a guy.
The truth was an opportunity to learn I chose not to let pass me by.