The first kiss was like a perfect wish
Lip to lip and hand on your hip, I slowly lay upon the first kiss.
Chills course through my body like taking a double shot of Bacardi.
It was as if my soul left my body for those couple moments, but of course being a man I couldn’t show it.
I never felt the way I did, the moment we took a step further then being friends.
Your kisses can never become old, because the feeling of your kisses will forever be in my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem