Do you remember your fist meaningful kiss? (a poem)

Question

It wasn't my first kiss, but it is the one I'll forever remember.

Kiss

Flickering shadows

touching your smile covered face,

in rhythm they flow

over b*****s covered by lace

Nights melodic sound

blends harmony with each breath

profound lips unbound

absorb pain like an empath

Your eyes closed retreat

releases passionate emotion

I taste your kiss warm and sweet

your essence now my ocean.

Answer 1

That's a question that I can't answer specifically, because I think that all kisses have a meaning. One can mean that it was nice to know you but  we are just going to be friends.  Another could mean, WOW, you are going to get laid tonight.  And then there are kisses that mean for you to go home and take a shower because you feel nasty from all the slobbering.  And then there are the ones that you just can't stop, they are a continuous euphoric experience that stay with you forever.  I just know one thing that everyone probably has experienced at some point in their life, that would be kissing toads, catching the warts from them can suck!....lol

Answer 2

WOW.....amazing poem...my first kiss was probably the most memerable thing in my life....it was after a great date...at a movie...and i just looked her in the eyes and slowly we touched lips together. I could feel my heart beeting to fast..

Answer 3

Under the pines at my grandmother's, my friend's brother.  First crush,

it was dry, but sweet.  I decided maybe boys were worthy of more attention...  thanks for jogging that one loose!

Answer 4

This poem shows why you are a good human being. This has all the sweetness that one would want to see in the topic. Below is something I posted more than a year ago (to show why I'm probably messed up in the head).

First Kiss

The board was set

for another game.

We were talking

like other times:

class was stupid,

your middle name Joy,

first dog a corgi.

I wasn’t prepared.

Face close,

filled my vision,

a terrible moon.

Wasn’t told.

Hands shake

for somewhere

to hide, drawn to your side,

the back

of your neck, careless

searching.

You smelled like imitation perfume

sold in gas stations—

plastic gardenias.

Your too-tight, too-pink sweater

crept up to expose

Veered to the right

barely missing

your nose, air

caught back of the throat.

Fell

into the taste

cranberries

leathery,

rougher than I’d imagined.

You moved

starving—bobbing for an apple slightly

out of reach—forgetting

to breathe.

A knock…

Muffled words,

faces flushed,

pretending

to play chess,

as he came in to watch us

make

move

after

move.

Answer 5

If you look real hard to the East errr maybe West, you'll see a big white flag waving !!! The lace froze me BMG...OK the ocean part works for ME alot....

Answer 6

Very nice.

Not my first, but some of the best -

Kisses

Forced to remember

once in a while

when he stops by to remind me...

he was THE ONE.

A very sweet boy

had to kiss me

at every stop sign

every red light

long kisses holding hands

burying bodies in sand

whenever someone said "Ummm"

whenever.

I was in love.

He married money...

He paid well for it.

Answer 7

Playin' "Spin the bottle"

only 12 years old,

kissin' in the closet

feelin' bold.

It wasn't the best, but it was the first.

Answer 8

I remember the first one that I REALLY felt. Everything else was forgotten that night. 13 years later I married him and at the moment he's napping on the couch.

First, first, FIRST! (Apparently you were the FIRST one to catch the typo!) Hahaha!

Answer 9

Your poetry is eloquent.  Your words took me on my own special journey, and that is what good poetry does.  

Now to leave my emotional trip and tell you of the words the caress my eyes like a soft summer breeze.

Flickering shadows

touching your smile covered face,

in rhythm they flow

over b*****s covered by lace

{{{You set a beautiful scene; flickering shadows, whether from leafy branches, firelight, light of cars passing, etc., it is beautiful.  And you make it luscious with your last line.}}}

Nights melodic sound

blends harmony with each breath

profound lips unbound

absorb pain like an empath

{{{...and so we have moved into evening, whether passion is sated or still building, it is glowing.  Only problem is that only we Trekkies know what an Empath is since it is a SF/ term, but I'm a Betazoid / Vulcan, so I've got the scene in my mind.  This is a very passionate scene of the climactic moments, and to feel it all with your senses and your mind and soul is powerful, indeed.}}}

Your eyes closed retreat

releases passionate emotion

I taste your kiss warm and sweet

your essence now my ocean.

{{{The ebbing tide is well done.  Both are beyond basic satisfaction - they are into sublime... two people part of each other.  This is a perfect ending for a beautiful lover's poem.}}}

Answer 10

OMG that is such a sweet poem. Thanks for sharing.

Please answer mine.

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