First Kiss

He pulled her face
to invade her space
he was close, so close,
for the first time, courage rose
in him, unlike gone days n’ nights
of wishful thinking, of aborted biddings
her mouth, his lips, wet n’ red
so very, very, very wet, spread
over hers to feed starving lips –
their first kiss.

Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | Spilledwoords.org| 2021

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