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FIRST KISS WITH COURTNEY
She stopped me quickly, grabbing my hand desperately
beneath the oak tree, growing in fantasy shade over the
edge of the sidewalk where no one else could see
She told me she had something special and secret to ask me
I took her other hand and asked her what she wanted to say
She asked me if i had ever kissed a girl before
I told her that I hadn't
She asked me if I would be her first kiss
I told her yes
We closed our eyes and pressed our innocent lips together
Simple
We stared each other in the eyes
She asked me if we could do it like the grownups do
rubbing our tongues together
I told her I would try
and we did
She asked me how that felt
and I told her it felt like a squid
She told me that my tongue felt like a squid too,
but that squids are pretty cool
I smiled and agreed
So we held each other's hands
our feet crunching the acorns on the sidewalk along the way
as we walked along content on our first-kiss day
beneath the oak tree, growing in fantasy shade over the
edge of the sidewalk where no one else could see
She told me she had something special and secret to ask me
I took her other hand and asked her what she wanted to say
She asked me if i had ever kissed a girl before
I told her that I hadn't
She asked me if I would be her first kiss
I told her yes
We closed our eyes and pressed our innocent lips together
Simple
We stared each other in the eyes
She asked me if we could do it like the grownups do
rubbing our tongues together
I told her I would try
and we did
She asked me how that felt
and I told her it felt like a squid
She told me that my tongue felt like a squid too,
but that squids are pretty cool
I smiled and agreed
So we held each other's hands
our feet crunching the acorns on the sidewalk along the way
as we walked along content on our first-kiss day
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