First Crush

Just turned fifteen

Hormones on the upswing

Yearned for that first kiss

Read in Mills & Boon stories

Described in great detail

As experience serene..

But who would kiss me?

Ugly duckling at fifteen

Face full of red pimples

Buck teeth with braces steel

Appearance still childish

Gawky, unfit to be seen with..

Only forte was in dancing

Nimble on feet, quick in maneuvering

Sought out by boys in parties

To show off their dancing skills

But none did even throw a flying kiss

Waited in anticipation with parted lips..

Wait was over on New Year's Eve

The Last Waltz was being played

Floor lights had been dimmed

Felt Peter's lips over mine hovering

Trying to pry open my lipstick smeared lips

Without hesitation obliged

Mind, body, soul, set on fire

As we tasted each other's saliva

Probing, drinking, nectar forever

Bodies welded into each other

First flush of unknown pleasure

Filling senses with virgin desire

Alas...ended too soon that first kiss

Lights turned on, lips unlocked

Dreamy world blew up in my face

Lips had cut, completely swollen

Making me look more horrendous

What was I going to explain to my parents

Face their quizzical looks, questions.

'Bestie' Susan came to my rescue

Spent the weekend at her place

Lips layered with Vaseline to erase

Marks of that first kiss that was left

Recall with amusement at my naivety at fifteen

Feel stupid now that I am in my sixties...