Robert Wynn

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I Remember The First Time You Kissed Me


Because you looked so surprised
It was our first date
And you were so nervous
I had to think fast
So I did
When the mini van stopped
I jumped out of the front
And into the back
Straddle you in the seat
One of your sisters
Presented your head
With both her hands
Like kissing the petals of a rose
So the six of us
Had a good laugh
You didn't stand a chance
I made you my wife
And you made me your man

I Remember The First Time You Kissed Me

Submitted: Friday, July 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (8/5/2013 8:42:00 PM)

    My goodness Robert sounds like you did most of the kissing on
    this one (smile) . It is not love at first sight but love at first kiss!
    A very lovely and hilarious write. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/23/2013 11:47:00 PM)

    A journey back to the young days of passionate romance! So that rose is now yours and i hope still spreading fragrance! ! Enjoyed your first kiss... oh, no your poem! ! (Report) Reply

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