I kissed a girl, it wasn’t my first time…
But it was the first time I meant it, the way she looked at me, the way she listened to me pour out my heart without judgment. Usually whenever I visited; I would sit in awe of her, watching her, enjoying the way she made gestures with her hand, how she would signal to me to hold on and that she would be with me soon, a thousand times in a span of 5mins.
She liked to move, when she talked on the phone, make grand hand gestures to signify little importance…
Her tall lean stature, towering up above me, i would sometimes distract myself by reading whatever I could find online but her voice would always find a way to bring back my lost soul… Babe are you hungry? Have you seen my brother? But all I do is stare, my lips parting but my words held prisoner by my pounding heart.
Why are you looking at me like that? She would ask that rhetoric, knowing fully well she has me under her spell, her seductive magic making its way towards me and as she moves closer to plant another kiss on my lips, my boyfriend walks in and asks her “Hey sis, did you see my Charger”?
Yes I know, I’m stuck in a dilemma.
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