Last night, I kissed a girl.
Hidden behind a thin curtain set in the midst of a rambunctious crowd, our lips
touched softly for a brief second. Our nervous giggles vibrated in the small
gap between our warm bodies while our inexperienced hands lay each others'
innocent cheeks. Her soft breath tickled my lips and once again, our faces
closed in. Our trembling mouths fumbled together as we tried to fit into the
others' grooves. With my hands rested on her thin shoulders and her arms snaked around my waist, we shared a few short moments in heaven. Above
the thumping music, a single voice called out her name and she pulled back, gracing me with a sweet smile. She started to move past me but I reach out to
grab her arm, not wanting this to end. I was about to speak when she silenced
me with a slight touch of her finger to my lips. I was left in a daze, entranced
by her sweet smell as she left our secret rendezvous. I slumped to the ground,
as the warmth from our shy kisses lingered around me. Peeking out of the
curtains, I saw her and her cheeks that were flushed with embarrassment. I hid
my face in my hands and grinned with the lips that could still remember the
traces of hers.
