Oft I've been asked by the loves of my life, past and present, to recount the tale of my first kiss. Every time I've declined. Many remember their first kiss because of giggle factors or puppy love. I remember it because it's the worst thing I've done in my life.
*Names changed
I was ten, she was 8
She looked great, for an 8
She was my crush, when I was 10
And dare I say it, she was a friend.
Her brother was older, and wiser thought I
3 years on me, and Michelle 5.
For laughs he'd smoke, get mighty high
One day stoned, my soul would die.
I was at Troy's house, he was stoned as can be
I was reading, he was watching tv.
I remember it well, the news was on
But Troy sat giggling, and smoked his bong.
Than he called to his sister to come inside
And he started to grin, a full face wide
He told her to sit, she did next to me
Than Troy stood
He said as he walked, that he knew what it's like
To be a young male, to masturbate all night.
A little confused, embarrassed and scared
But to be honest, Troy didn't care
He grabbed Michelle's hair and thrust her face into mine
Our noses clashed and our faces entwined.
Her tear laden eyes shut, her cheeks all damp
My first kiss, forcibly plant.
I didn't run, didn't break, didn't move.
This 8 year old girl, I didn't remove.
So I sat there whilst Troy chuckled with joy.
As he forced his sister to be my 'toy'.
Ha! I knew you'd like what I've done.
I knew my sister would be so much fun.
Come back in a year or two's time.
Your virginity she'll take, she'll be in her prime.
When finally he released, Michelle fled
Troy sat down, guilt flooded my head.
I could have moved, or stopped, or broke free
But I didn't mind it, I am guilty.
Author notes
I've never told anyone, ever, about my first kiss before. That's including my better half. I hope that Michelle can forgive me, because I must admit, I don't think I can forgive myself.
A contest entry
- Your First Kiss by Shancy Fayre.
415 points, ended May 19, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Some kinky things happen in many lives. Temptation is also a factor. This is a very sad write for the eight year old girl. Her innocence was blown to bits on that day. Very sad considering her age. There is one thing I've found that I think would make the poem read most well. "My first kiss, forced plant."
Good luck in the contest. I like the sensation your work, here, has on it's side. I like the way in which it was presented. Good job. Shancy. -
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To be honest I played with the title a bit, but I kept coming back to "First kiss, first rape". The feelings I felt, feel, inside about that day I can find no more accurate word.
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