The First Kiss - by
What a disappointment. Nothing like the movies,
/ nothing like the mind. A mass of muscles writhing,
/ an awkward hand on a tightened…
What a disappointment. Nothing like the movies,
/ nothing like the mind. A mass of muscles writhing,
/ an awkward hand on a tightened…
Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
come on, let us sway together,
under the trees, and to hell with thunder.