The first kiss

Waiting in the silence,
Surrounded by white mist,
Waiting in the silence,
Waiting to get kissed,

Swaying in suspense,
For him to make a move,
This is as romantic,
As sitting by the Lourve,

Slowly he moves in,
His head cocked to the side,
My breathing growing deeper,
And then our lips collide,

A thousand sudden feelings,
Whooshing through my brain,
And to come to think of it,
I nearly never came,

I lean slightly closer,
Abit too eager for more,
Then he pushes me back,
Confusion covers my core,

Waiting in the silence,
Surrounded by white mist,
Waiting in the silence,
That was my first kiss.