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my first kiss, huh? Hah!
is that why you're here?
is this what you want to talk about?
(oh god!) it was dreadful!
not so much the kiss but my
reACTion towards it...

i just didn't know HOW i was...i just,
i didn't know how IT was????
done!!! ^~^'
i made the mistake of looking ^Q^
(it was all lips and TEETH and~tongue~)
oh no! -i wasn't afraid-
i was just too young ^=^


Rene~March 20, 2013
For Poets United REACTION

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  1. UnknownMarch 20, 2013 at 9:08 PM

    What a hilarious response to the reaction prompt, Rene! First you made me laugh aloud, then inspired some recollections. I thank you for both. Well played!

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    1. UnknownMarch 20, 2013 at 9:22 PM

      This was my first reaction to the reaction prompt...gotta go with your gut sometimes :) plus I wanted to write something fun and light! Thanks for stopping by, Kim, always a pleasure.

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  2. Brian MillerMarch 20, 2013 at 9:49 PM

    ha. i like your little emoticon figures at the ends of lines...it is telling in how young she was...and that first experience we get a little lost in the mechanics of it...ha...and it can be a little gross....

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    1. UnknownMarch 20, 2013 at 10:05 PM

      You got it, Brian!
      I was trying to convey the immaturity and awkwardness
      Still....

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  3. alan1704March 21, 2013 at 2:00 AM

    Excellent, brought back memories of that first kiss and how i upset Jane Carter. Those were the day. I loved this very well done.

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  4. kelvin s.m.March 21, 2013 at 3:51 AM

    ...every 'first' defines the truth in us... the innocence, awkwardness, flaws, the chuckle, fear, everything that def polished in the second coming for it has already been experienced... smiles...

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 21, 2013 at 2:46 PM

    Ummmmmm.........I STILL am not sure how it's done? And now I'm too old? Yes, all the teeth and tongues. This is a hilarious poem. I am still smiling!

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  6. AnonymousMarch 21, 2013 at 2:46 PM

    This is wonderful in its innocence, realism and honesty!

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  7. UnknownMarch 21, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    Ha Rene this was a hoot

    First kiss
    not at all bliss
    didn't know what to do
    could wait til you were through


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  8. Walt WojtanikMarch 21, 2013 at 7:09 PM

    Agree, first instincts generally carry what our hearts see. A smile lives in the awkwardness so expressed; a confirming nod of shared emotion. Nicely written, Rene.

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  9. Lisa WilliamsMarch 29, 2013 at 7:26 PM

    Like this one very much. I recall my first kiss as being dreadful, all teeth etc. Nice poem!

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