unexpected first kiss
we were just stupid kids
parading the neighborhood past curfew
worries dissolved by the sweet tangy alcohol
like we were the only ones alive.
i can still taste her now
sweet and plush
chap stick mixed with hints
of warm limeade spiked with vodka.
i still feel her touch
her smell of cloves and ginger
wrapped around me tighter than her arms
as her tongue wove its way into my soul
and kept me from freezing on a cold April midnight.
her hand stays interlocked with mine
even when we part
and her lips that(being the armature i am)i had bitten
are stained in my mind for ever.
a night of firsts
first drinks
first kisses
first realizations
and maybe...
first regrets?