The KissA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘Why would I even look at you?’ She said, when I made my bid, She must have been all of thirty four, While I was just a kid. ‘I only have eyes for you,’ I said, ‘That’s just the way that it is, I lie awake in my bed at night And dream of just one kiss.’
Her hands had fluttered, waved me away, She was flattered, nevertheless, I knew, because the way that she turned Flared out the hem of her dress, Her legs were fine, and smooth and strong With shape to her calves and thighs, I stared at them, though I knew it wrong, They were candy for my eyes.
‘You’re far too young for the likes of me,’ She said, a gleam in her eye, ‘You’re half my age, you’re seventeen So I’ll have to say goodbye.’ ‘I never think about age,’ I said, ‘I think about looks and grace, And you have plenty of both,’ I said, ‘You have a beautiful face.’
She laughed then, showing her gleaming teeth And the dimple in each cheek, Her lips were crimson, egging me on I could have stared at her for a week. ‘You do go on,’ were the words she said But her cheeks began to flush, While I was thinking of her in bed, And that brought a sudden hush.
‘I really think you are serious,’ She said, as if in surprise, ‘Never more sure and certain,’ then I caught the look in her eyes. ‘Maybe if you were twenty-one, I might just give it a whirl,’ ‘I’m old enough and I’m full of love, To me, you’re only a girl.’
I reached on out and I held her hand, The palm of her hand was wet, I sensed that here was the promised land I might be successful yet. And then in a moment’s madness she Had raised her face to my lips, And heaven opened before me as She gave me just one kiss.
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