A kiss is nothing more
Than a brief touching of lips in hopes that,
As your significant other, he feels the same about you.
Reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair
And pressing your face closer to his,
You inhale his scent.
What does he smell like?
In all of your girlish fantasies
You had imagined that he smelled clean,
His scent a little musty
And something altogether otherworldly.
But it isn't what you dreamed,
What you hoped or expected to feel,
And by the time you realize you're falling
There's nothing that will cease your hurtling downward descent.
Does it hurt to hold him in your arms?
I've been there before
And I've felt the way you feel.
Your kiss is meant to be nothing more
Than an experiment,
A brief touching of lips and a test of your feelings,
But it's become so much more than that.
So just let go of your emotions,
And it will hurt less, I promise.
You're closing your eyes and letting him touch you,
His lips upon yours
And your heart tap-dancing in your chest.
'This kiss is no different from any other,'
You tell yourself.
But even those words sound hollow to your ears.
It would be in your best interest
To push him away and tell him to leave.
But you can't.
So you heed my advice and pull him closer,
Thinking that this kiss
Is nothing like what it's supposed to be.