First Kiss (nonet poem)

Written by Peculiar Things

 

He tells me I am beautiful, then

Sweaty arms begin their embrace.

Stale smelling breath against skin.

Wet lips dripping a kiss.

Like a dog licking

my face; and till

the film ends

I’m stuck

here.

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