“7 Ways of Looking at a Kiss”
Touching mouths of lust
make us fall into
the shadowy path.
A precursor to copulation,
two humans join themselves
at the mouth.
Like when mom pours my
cereal
and the milk touches the
cheerios
and they get soggy and
gross.
Kinda a cross between
a star, exploding
or a drunk knocking out
my headlights with a
baseball bat.
Sudden, unnoticed movement—
my heart beats a warning and his lips cut into mine.
The two teenagers reach together,
overcoming feelings of shame, lust
and anxiety.
They succumb to peer pressure.
I tasted the salt on his lips.
His tongue merged with mine.
Our bodies quivered as one.
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