My lips have never felt other
They have never licked
Tasted
Bit other lips
My tongue has never felt another
It has never tangled
It has never felt the bliss
The bliss people have in a kiss
In my line of thought
I lay by the door rag
Staring up
Admiring the magic of the mistletoe
How it has the power to unite two lips
I wonder why its magic has never fallen upon me
But magic is magic
In a dream
A guy walks over to my sleeping form
Lays down beside me
Looks at what I'm staring at
Then slowly faces me
Takes my face in his palms
And tenderly places my lips on his
In what is my very first kiss
Is it a dream?
Reality?
Fantasy?
It hits that it is reality
When our lips glide gently
Moving in a rhythm
Our hearts beating together
Our hands tied in a knot
Is this the bliss of a kiss?
Is it this powerful?
My very first kiss
Was given to me
Just below the mistletoe
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