I can feel my pulse in my fingertips,
like my hands are trying to escape.
Do I lean in? Do I lean back?
Please don’t let me stumble over my own feet.
My heart is doing that ridiculous thumping thing.
Why does it feel like the world is waiting?
Should I say something? Something clever?
No, just stay quiet, it’s fine.
Just breathe…oops, too noticeable.
Why is everything suddenly so tricky?
Your eyes are so close, almost too near.
Okay, maybe not, maybe it’s the perfect distance.
What if my lips are awkward? What if I taste strange?
I’m panicking, yes, in every corner of me.
I tell myself stop, act normal… but my pulse gives me away.
“Hey… is everything okay? You seem nervous.”
I nod too fast, my thoughts scattering everywhere.
I want to laugh, I want to crawl under a rock.
I feel like I might float or fall all at once.
My eyes dart everywhere, but you’re right here, holding my hand.
And then it happens, gentle, hesitant, soft.
Our lips meet, and my stomach flutters.
It’s awkward, it’s funny, it’s perfect in its messiness.
I think, maybe this is how first kisses are meant to feel.
And I secretly hope it never ends.
First Kiss
~
Persuasive
Passion
Portrayed
It scarce starts as a well-formed line,
But as fuzzy thoughts if genuine,
All along you feel tense
As if under sentence,
A strange itch not of skin
In time gets somewhat mean
Whilst fuzzy thoughts begin to get some shine,
Words vie to form, play bin,
Show some rare discipline,
Slowly ever so slowly,
And somewhat painfully,
Though twisted, words make a fair twine.
Most poems born are much like this
From chaos, mental catharsis,
And feel like life’s first kiss.
_________________________
Happenings | 26.07.2025 | poem, kiss
I can still feel your lips on mine,
your fingers tangled in my hair.
I can still smell your sweet perfume,
a whisper lingering in the air.
As if you're with me every hour,
as if your love will always stay—
as if I’ve known you a thousand years
and fell for you again today.
Won’t you listen to my song?
It rises straight from the heart.
I’ll sing to you of all I feel—
yes, that is where I’ll start.
My love for you is unconquerable.
My love for you is strong.
My love for you will never fade;
it will last my whole life long.
Last night, we kissed for the first time.
Last night, I knew love that was true.
Now the memory burns in my mind—
the memory of you.
“ FIRST KISS “
TODAY WILL BE TOMORROWS PAST
THIS PRECIOUS MOMENT WILL NOT LAST
NO ONE OWNS THIS PIECE OF TIME
IT’S OURS TO SHARE YOURS AND MINE
TOO SWEET TO LAST VERY LONG
OUR FIRST KISS WILL SOON BE GONE
All these dark and secret places
only I have known and explored.
The hidden other-world
of lips and teeth and tongue.
Mine alone for these many years.
The tastes, both bitter and sweet.
The feel of my mouth, the sensitive swollen softness
of my bottom lip between a gentle bite.
I scrape it along my teeth.
Hidden in plain sight,
a constant awareness in the back of my mind.
So busy, in motion, often habitual.
Then two worlds meet…
I taste your lips, their texture and shape.
Flashes of lightning track
from the tip of your pink tongue
through my core.
I am aware of my womb
for the only time it has known pleasure instead of pain
as a sweet tension and ache begins there.
A million nerves come alive
as the muscle in my mouth twists and licks,
getting to know your smile from behind your teeth.
We dance in this inner world,
the most intimate communication I've ever known.
How very strange it is to desire someone else's spit!
I shake my baffled head at this but, yes,
let me sip at that sweet nectar
like a little hummingbird…
as I hummmm…
The first time we kissed I felt at home
I had finally found a place to belong.
My heart and soul instantly created,
A bond that was immensely strong.
A tingling sensation ran through me,
From my head to the bottom of my feet.
In all of my life I have never
Tasted lips so elegantly sweet.
As my arms wrapped around you,
You wrapped around my heart.
With one kiss I was convinced,
You were my life's counterpart.
Holding you warmly in my embrace,
With the softness of your lips on mine.
Even the world had to stop spinning,
In order to witness this love so devine.
Engulfed in you and I
As you and I faithfully
Wilding the test of time
For since the creation of time,
They said that her love was blind
I'm just saying,
I'm part of her first creations
But that doesn't mean that she's there,
Where patience stares looking down on you and I
Hoping the gracious Creator looks over me
A big warm hug, a strong embrace
I brush the hair from off your face
Then look you deep into your eyes
So deep I find I'm lost inside
With both my hands, one on each cheek
I slowly bring your face towards me
I move towards yours, deadlocked in stare
Our eyes then close when halfway there
We know the way, our lips collide
Without a map, without a guide
And as we kiss the mortars fly
Chrysanthemums burst in the sky
Rivaling fourth of July
First kiss, a second is implied
Her lips were firmly planted on mine
It is a moment I will cherish for all time
Remembering back to my first kiss thinking this would be the girl I would marry
I could tell she was the one when she gave her books to carry
My friends were at school the next day ready to make fun of me in their usual way
When is the wedding and are we invited I heard them say
Why is it the first girl we kiss we think it is going to be our future wife
Then reality sets in letting us know we are still teenagers barely starting in life
The chances of spending the rest of my life with that girl are small at best
It does not usually take very long before you have journeyed to another quest
One thing I can say for sure I will never forget that first kiss
Which leads the way to new adventures of future bliss
Wanted that first kiss submerging my lips.
Snow White’s open carriage embracing life.
Underscore of green eyes, seized by the sea.
At the lap of waves, over my deck, a song.
Snow White’s open carriage embracing life.
The death of innocence engulfed in Him.
At the lap of waves, over my deck, a song
springs forth like a fountain, mellifluous.
The death of innocence engulfed in Him,
Carried in ebb and flow, and rhythm of rapture.
Springs forth like a fountain, mellifluous,
The impending peak of a soulful harmony.
Carried in ebb and flow, and rhythm of rapture.
Colors explode, like bubbles, as mood crests -
The impending peak of a soulful harmony.
The softness of liquid smoothing out a pebble.
Colors explode, like bubbles, as mood crests.
Underscore of green eyes, seized by the sea.
Gentleness of liquid smoothing out a pebble.
Wanted that first kiss submerging my lips.
She felt the soft brush of the grass
upon her fingers as she tripped
amongst the lazy Spring meadow.
Her faint flesh blush, vibrant, aglow
from the sweet cider she had sipped
of the long forbidden wineglass.
The moist dew trailed along her wrist
as the morning haze draped her gown
exposing her delicate youth
and the inexorable truth;
it’s easy for a girl to drown
in love’s first forbidden soft kiss.
The warm, bubbling, thrills of my cherished first date
So innocent, so sparkling soft, is the kind hand of fate
Up at dawn to caress, my new shoes of patent leather
My feet felt no floor, for I was a teen angel with feathers.
My feathers took flight that first precious date night
It truly turned out to be love at first sight
Still, after years of angelic married bliss
I recall magic moments of our first kiss.
In the very bottom drawer of my golden vanity
An etched crystal box, sparkles as the sea
Petals of a rose corsage, worn on a once teen wrist
Scents, that make my cheeks, a gloriouus
amethyst.
Love for you is pure as the day it was born
Though my feathers have become tattered and worn.
At sound of your voice my heart accelerates
It takes me back to that fantastic first date.
Beyond the night, before the sun,
I decipher the love of a snoring twilight.
In that stillness, I danced with my mind,
Under a blanket of clouds and stars.
And she woke up, whispered in my ears,
Toppling a palette of colors in the sky.
Hours of slumber still waning her smile,
Eyeing me, it widened with warmth.
What's so special if our meeting is usual?
It is, as I'm waiting for her first kiss!
“I see that your eyes are so blue,"
said Jenny to charming young Hugh.
She blew him a kiss
of ultimate bliss
and fainted head first in the stew.
Related Poems