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Simply Titled: The Kiss

Poetry By: Amity Willows

This was really, really hard for me to write. I mean, in the sense that I have never kissed anyone, being only thirteen. So I have absolutely no idea if this came out well or not. It's sort of an experiment, to see if I could write the part of man, as I sometimes do, only having him kiss and writing it first person. Please tell me if it's rubbish, I have no experience kissing, (Or being a man, lol) so it probably is.

Submitted:Nov 15, 2007    Reads: 283    Comments: 18    Likes: 9   

The moonlight bathes your beautiful face,
My heart thumps and begins to race,
Your raven black hair is falling loose,
Your love is like a tightening noose.

You are choking the life out of me,
But that you always fail to see,
My heart is sounding like a drum,
What a silly fool I have become.

Your face moves closer to mine,
In the moonlight you shine,
I stay still, frozen in fear,
Only a fool will you find here.

Still your lips part, moving close now,
How do I kiss, how, how,
Must remember, time is waning,
All my memory is straining.

Ah, but instincts should be blessed,
This kiss may be one of my best,
As I wrap my arms around you,
And persuade myself it's true.

(Copyright (©) 2007. All rights reserved)


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