'Come on, come on,
You gotta see.'
So she follows,
And comes with me.
'It's cold in here'
Maybe she'll cry?
'That is the point'
Is my reply.
My shoulder is,
Where her head goes.
I'm feeling warm,
Down to my toes.
I kiss her head,
She faces me.
I look at her,
Will she, will she?
She comes closer,
Leans her head up.
A quick kiss first,
Oh what the *uck?
'Let's try again'
I ask of her.
This time we crash,
Dang, oh brother.
'Third time's the charm'
Is what I think.
I am changing,
Now feeling pink.
A single try,
Is what I get.
I hope that it,
Is not too wet.
I close my eyes,
And go for it.
I feel her lips,
My fire is lit.
It feels quite long,
It's really not,
Until at last,
We pull apart.
I still feel it,
Still feel that kiss,
It's the feeling,
That of pure bliss.
I can not wait,
Until next time.
I know my love,
Is in my rhymes.
I love you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nice and interesting. You don't read many like this one. It tells the whole story of the first kiss. This is the kind of thing you find in romance novels. Poems are rarely used for this purpose. But it is done the way it should be. I recommend it. GW62