When I first kissed you it was like being transported back to the nervous fumblings of middleschool,

quick,

panicked,

nerve wracking kisses

that both tittilate and terrify.

Our hands were shoved deep into your pockets holding tight and dreading the moment we'd have to let go.

Touch,

suck,

laugh,

three times we tried,

with me pulling away saying "Sorry, sorry...lets do it again."

Tripping over our stimulated nerves,

burning with embarassment and being attacked by butterflies,

bombarded by teenage horomones and

oh,

so,

sweet,

feelings.

Forgetting our shitty, downtown ghetto, surroundings,

wrapped up in cold like a blanket

and

shivering like wet hobos in Alaska,

but we've lost it,

in those maddening first oral carresses.