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My First Kiss

My palms are sopping and my lips Begin to part as my body grows sweaty My skin grows tense with indefinite excitement. Kwela kwela I begin to feel again As inch and cinch my heartbeat races Faster and faster speeding past my heaving chest. Reaching out for strong ropes that bind Lonely rambler onto the rock of Everest. T'is couples' bedlam in a soundless theater As heart race after thieves of thieves. I can feel my eyelids Shutting up and gently closing Shop as my erratic breathing slowly Becomes hard and audibly fast. Just like the beak of a duck So my lips take a linty shape Not a whisper or gossip...... I wanna kiss, but tell me Are you the one For me?

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/22/2016 12:04:00 PM

- If you are willing to try to take some chances and try to challenge yourself a bit, so everything is possible :) - A lovely and well written poem - hugs // Sun :)

Messoh Vincent
Date: 6/22/2016 1:04:00 PM

I wish your words; EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE would mean just that, EVERYTHING.....:) Thanks a lot Sun for the continued support.

Sunita U.D Palawon

Date: 6/17/2016 11:19:00 PM

Good expression, with so many words, of conflicting emotion which evolve in seconds!:D

Messoh Vincent
Date: 6/19/2016 2:04:00 PM

It is the excitement and confusion that comes when you don't know whether to heed the very conservative warning of the priest who promised you hell or to follow the strong feeling of your body... you finally succumb and with racing heart take the kiss