The Party Kiss
April 14, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
We walked slowly home from the party.
The sky clouded over, it started to rain.
Taking off my coat, we snuggled beneath it.
It was exciting, I pressed my lips on your freckled cheek.
“Now you will have to marry me”, I firmly said.
You chuckled and lisped
“Oh you are thoppy, you know we are too young”,
Smiling and revealing your missing front teeth.
You were just six, and I was seven,
And for that passing moment, I was in Heaven.