Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
I kissed my best friend on the cheek
and she giggled.
I did too.
My lip gloss left sticky prints on her skin
that she wiped away
with her sleeve.
I wanted to kiss you before I knew what kissing was.
I watched you grow into something
more than just another boy.
Tracing my lip with my fingertip and wondering…
Are yours dry and hungry like mine?
Or soft and sweet?
They were warmer than I imagined,
brushing hot breath across my palm
and my wrists.
Your quick pecks tickled,
your eyes wide and playful,
your smile set me
Flushed cheeks and heartbeat gone frantic,
I didn’t kiss you back...
Not like I wanted too.
I nuzzled nose to cheek,
inhaled your honeyed scent
letting my lips linger
and yet not long enough.