Wednesday, July 6, 2011
It was 40 years on this night that I first really kissed a girl. Not the pecks and puckers in the closets of spin the bottle or how deep is the ocean. It was a pile driving, tongue swirling gasping for breath, pressing our young bodies together, coming up for air kind of kiss. Over and over again as we wandered in the small city park. I remember the sound of your breath rasping from within as our lips parted. I knew I was the best kisser in the world. Ah sweet Colleen.Where are you tonight.