Romance Not
By smokejack
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I could never forget the first time we kissed
In a telephone box reeking of piss
Our lips touched briefly before the smell drove us out
It was a freezing winters evening
We had no place to go
We were 15 yrs old out in the snow
We were too young to explore
Things we didn’t understand
And besides when I got close
You slapped my hand
We shivered in the bus shelter
So we walked to keep warm
The sky was so black
The stars were so bright
It was only five thirty at night
We couldn’t talk past our shivers
The lust was wearing thin
Our fumbling hands too cold for our skin
We pretended we were smoking
Blowing cold breath through two fingers
Like Hollywood stars
We closed our eyes and guessed the colour of cars
That passed us by
There was no coming of age
On such a cold winters night
Nothing under our clothes would stir
We took ourselves back
To the children we were.
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Despite its title, this is as
Despite its title, this is as gently romantic as anyone could wish, a lovely memoir of an innocent, chilly winter's evening. It's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you've enjoyed it too.
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Oh, that first kiss was so
Oh, that first kiss was so damn magical, nothing ever compared afterwards.
This is beautiful, took me back - and made even a sceptic like me long for those innocent times of love and remembering.
Pops ~xx~
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Brilliant. Enjoyed the hell
Brilliant. Enjoyed the hell out of this.
Rich
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