A Stolen Kiss

The first time I ever kissed someone,

I was so scared I might do it wrong.

I worried about my breath,

And if my lips were dry.

I was so focused on myself,

I didn't even enjoy the moment.

I looked turning my face against a wall. 

With shame and uncertain the moment won't last forever, 

So gently and swiftly running my tongue over her lips...

A day like years, seasons alike I went seeking to have her in my arms again.

I love kissing.

It's such a simple act,

But it can mean so much.

It can be passionate,

Or sweet and gentle.