The First Touch Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

The First Touch



Sweat pour our cheek and forehead
After beach volley game
We run behind the wheel for cooling
Covered by dark glass coating

I cut a small piece of donuts
Feeding in and touch your thin lips
In pink color
Make your cheek reddened
And my heart beating harder
The first touch, never forgotten

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