My very first kiss... yes, I remember it
well. He had been visiting my family that Sunday afternoon into the early
evening. It was in the middle of winter and it was very cold.
Time finally came for him to return to his
family a couple of blocks away from where I lived. He put on his
coat and we stepped through the door onto an uncovered porch. The window
in the door was all steamed up from the heat within so no one could see us
outside except as a blur. When we stepped outside, we found that is was pouring
down snow in very large flakes and starting to gather on the ground.
As we were standing there watching the
snow, we turned toward each other, no words had been spoken, as if the snow had
taken away our ability to talk. We looked into each others eyes and still
without saying a word, we stepped toward each other, we embraced and then our
lips met; soft, warm, moist a totally sensual moment, but being so young, we
had only the vaguest idea what sensual was. Our lips stayed together a long
time, the snow falling in these huge drops around us and on us.
Finally we parted and we both knew that it
had finally happened for both of us. Our First Kiss. Unforgettable.
Love and kisses!
Engela
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