The very first moment you kissed me above the most beautiful night city I’ve ever seen,
It felt like heaven.
I was getting lost in your eyes and the way you touched my thighs.
The only thing that ran through my head was that this is right, I promise, I swear.
Nothing ever felt so real.
I wanted that moment to last forever
Although i hate that word more than anything ever.
This wasn’t just a word.
This was a feeling.
Oh girl, it scared me in the most beautiful way.
-Tereza Balatkova

I had my first kiss at the age of 16
I was young and naive
and  didn’t know what love meant

It didn’t feel like sparks
Just like the movies
But felt the emptiness in my heart
As soon as we touched

I knew it wasn’t love
More like lust
More like the desire to have someone
Face to face

He didn’t see the scars
Because of my dark cloud
And that’s why he kissed me

I didn’t let him touch me
Because I was scared
He’d feel the stitches in my heart
And run away

At 17, I fell in love.

The boy was just as cute
As a character in a cartoon

He was an outline of the perfect person.

He lived and loved what
I lived and loved

Just like a wave,
The emotions crashed onto me,
Capsizing the boat
I once loved

I found something called hope
In your eyes

I became to know what it was
To be happy
And to be satisfied

But this didn’t last long

2 years passed
It seemed like forever
I thought that i was going
To be with him forever

But my plans never come out
The way i wanted it to

It was so ironic that
Every time i was happy with you,
It always rained.

Because somehow,
My tears never stopped
It only became faster
And faster
And closer to the day
When it dried

And when it did,
It was the day
I left you.

My dear,
This was the end to our chapter.
But every end has its benefits
Every end means the
Start of a new beginning

Let me breathe you in
As though electricity were oxygen
On the tips of our tongues

How easily butterflies turn to fire
Amid stolen kisses
And whispering fingertips

Singe me with your lips
******* whimpers
Burn me slowly

Hearts and wings aflutter
To die by your touch
Is to die alive...

M.A.P.

Take me to a place where I can be with you.
A place where the ocean meets the sky
And the sunset on the horizon is painted by God's best artisans.

Take me to a place where you'd hold my hand
In a deep evergreen forest,
Lush with thick foliage and dewy from rain.

Take me to a place where I can taste the sweetest fruits on your lips,
Where my senses are overjoyed by a multitude of flavours,
Each one reminding me of you.

Take me to a place,
A field,
The moon and stars shining
And a night as clear as mountain waters.
Take me to that field,
Where the grass grew tall
And hay bales were laid alongside us.
Where the ground was mostly dry
But still damp,
Where regardless, we laid down among the carrot lace
And you were beneath me,
My very definition of beauty.
The moon in your stormy-blue eyes
And a smile playing at your lips
When suddenly,
Your smile disappeared and you looked right at me,
Lips parted.
Instinct took me,
And although inexperienced,
We worked together like oiled machines
With all our gears functioning.
It was the first and the last time,
Coldest and hottest.
It was a raging inferno
And an arctic storm.
I felt like I was stolen of breath
But given new air.
You filled my lungs and intoxicated me,
But I could have never been more sober.

Take me to that place again.

First Kiss

First nervous gaze into your eyes. Always awkward like...
Never knowing what to expect, never knowing how you'll react, never knowing why. Always awkward like...
The anticipation growing, the closer we get,
The tingles down my body, as I see your moist lips part,
My hand gently caressing your cheek.
Coming closer, still unsure, I'm still feeling awkward like... am I doing OK?
Closer still, I feel your soft fingers on my neck, your breath on my lips.
Is this long wait going to be worth it?
We touch, your lips on mine, sending sparks to my forever & beyond.
Your lips on mine are more than I ever dreamed.
Lingering softly, it seems we're both unsure, but unable to resist.
I pull away & again gaze into your eyes,
Still shocked by the sparks surprise.
Closer again, with hunger this time.
Moist lips parting, hot with desire.
All awkwardness vanished along with all nervousness, banished.
We part again, breathless, desire still burning.
First kiss, first touch, first intimate  impression.

Now what? What next? Is there more to be expected?
I don't think I'm prepared for the possibility of next… feeling awkward like

John Flanagan 3/1/2017