First Kiss

This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, poetry, food etc. I recently entered a new arena with an innocent romantic poem. This time for the second one, I’m going a little bolder. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc, I thought it would be better to write as a boy instead. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. Here goes:

Do you remember your first kiss?
Oh, let me take you back; let us reminisce.
Have you shared your story with anybody?
Was it a quick peck? Was it in a hurry?
Or did you savour the moment?
...learning her lips, her tongue and all other components?

Closing my eyes now and remembering that time,
when her eyes met with mine.
Oh why was I so insecure?
I just want to go back to that moment and savour it once more.
Why was I so worried about my teeth and nose?
...and where exactly to place all those!
My hand on her hips or on her soft cheeks?
Must I go fast, or would that just make her freak?

Her hair hid part of her innocent little face,
like the most expensive and exquisite translucent lace.
I had to first move it aside,
while I attempted to gaze into her eyes.
Pretty, so pretty ...even more my heart cried.
I felt like the biggest man in the world to win such a prize.

Then suddenly came, a gush of air.
And all over my face, was her luscious hair.
They felt like silk strands - soft and smooth. 
But what if I hurt her, with my braced tooth? 
I still didn't know if the time was right.
I decided to go ahead, despite!
It felt like the universe was being my wingman.
Gave me courage to feel like superman!
Under the veil of her hair...
like a blanket, blew the air.

I could hold my feelings no more.
My lips on hers, as my heart implored.
But then, I didn't know which direction to sway in and neither did she.
But suddenly, all of it just seemed to happen automatically.
The moment was gone; at some time it had to end.
After that whenever she seen me, she walks the other way and pretends.
My heart, oh my tender heart - she stomped and walked away.
The agony and pain of unfulfilled dreams I feel to this very day.

- RUELHA

13 Comments

    1. Thank you brother Matt. Jesus is madly in love with you too πŸ™βœοΈπŸ•ŠπŸŒˆ
      Its the first thing I seen as I checked my phone this morning and how blessed am I to be reminded of His love.πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸŒˆπŸŒˆπŸŒˆπŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€©
      Sleep well. Goodnight 🌜

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  1. I find it hard to describe this poem in a way that does it justice. It is magnificent. A beautifully romantic vision of the most glorious love possible, and the devastation that comes from letting it go when it is right in front of you.

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