The First Time

by Chaunicie

May 27, 2014

No matter what,

I will never forget the first time

we kissed.

Walking together on a trail,

completely captivated,

waiting for the perfect opportunity

to make time stop.

We came upon a solitary bench,

and indulged in opportunity.

You held me close

And my soul was at rest.

I looked into your eyes

And saw the ocean.

Vast and full of life.

Excited by this new experience.

I felt from within, a part of me

trying to escape.

Some leftover throw of passion

I had yet to set free.

As your eyes searched mine,

I let go.

No matter what,

Nothing will make me forget the first time

We kissed.

When you pulled me in,

lowered your head,

and found my lips.

And I let it happen.

Because I knew it was right.

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Comments (1)

Em AnekafJun 14, 2014

<p>The phrasing of this poem is unique and really lends itself to creating the desired mood. I think putting "we kissed" underneath "the first time" is a very clever trick for the eyes. Your mind goes somewhere else before being dragged back to the innocence and purity of a first love. Well done!</p>