My first kiss was like a rod pushed inside my mouth
I was filled with revulsion
All that saliva pouring into my mouth
He told me
Move your tongue at least
I struggled
He said you don't know how to kiss.
Then asked me whether I liked the kiss.
I didn't know what to say
To hate him or pity him
I wondered whether kissing was a skill or an expression of love.
I have been kissed many times but that memory of the first kiss that filled me with revulsion
Stays with me...
Each time I ask do I know how to kiss?
To hate him or pity him I wondered whether kissing was a skill or an expression of love.// the kiss the part of love but the kiss with saliva the sign of hate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My first kiss was like a rod pushed inside my mouth I was filled with revulsion All that saliva pouring into my mouth He told me Move your tongue at least I struggled.. such a true and wonderful experience described very sincerely. love, respect nobility and fineness shoild be there. or else why we should continue in relationship..
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