That First Kiss Poem by Phil Soar

I remember her name and I still think of her
That kiss as an infant, had caused quite a stir
As we stood in the playground our lips intertwined
And the giggles began from the crowd stood behind

Gillian Titman, that name makes me smile
I guess if we met now, I would run a mile
Passing those notes underneath the school desk
With child innuendos that were dull and complex

I just can't forget it, how it made me feel
And something about it was maybe surreal
And now that I'm older, I've kissed many more
All of them special, but all showed me the door!