I have a secret.
One I've harbored for 18 years,
You can see it on the upturned corners of my mouth,
A whisper and a hint hidden in a brown fleck.
I have never been kissed.
I have never felt the touch of a lover's soft lips,
Never tasted mint and passion and left over lunches,
I have never felt lust shower me with punches.
I have never been held under the stars, dripping their light over our embraces,
Never inhaled allspice and sweat in the front seat of his car.
I have absolutely never been kissed.
I have never looked into another's eyes with the erratic throbbing of my heart thumping beneath my bones,
Never held a fistful of hair, our mouths smashed together in teenage longing,
I have never encountered the infamous butterflies, brushing their wings against my insides.
I have never known the torture of needing a lover's lips against mine,
Never had a fervent tongue swipe my own.
I have never been kissed . . .