Two very different first kisses

The credits rolled, the room empied, neither of us moved, we wanted to be alone.

Tucked under your arm, you asked If I wanted to kiss you. No one had ever asked me that before.

You waited in silence, understanding that I took time over my words, that I always took too much time to collect my words.

You let me bury me head in your chest, just holding me tight, saying nothing; how did you know to say nothing.

I lifted my chin, you thought I had words on my lips; instead, I kissed you softly.

You pulled back; to check if this was ok, asked me if it was really what I wanted.

When I nodded, you stroked my hair behind my ear and kissed me back, just as gentle.

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The moon shone through the window as the bell for last orders rangout.

The door closed, the wind whipped, the starlight fell. Our alcohol jackets held us up.

We swayed in silence as we started the long journey home.

The drink, as always, had given me confidance, but this time also buried my memeories, foucesed in on the here and now, on what the body needs.

I took your arm to hold your hand, a need for closness.

You took my chin and pulled me in, a need for sex.

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Two very different first kisses...

both to close in my own time line for comfort.