First Kiss
Hands still sweaty from clinging
together on that long walk
from our school,
to your door,
our first walk
We stand outside your
apartment building,
hoping our friends
won't stare too closely
at us
Like judges in
ice dancing,
waiting for us
to spin
and land awkwardly
Holding up their cards
tomorrow, for all to see
David and Ellen:
8.5 / 7.4 / 7.1
Humiliation
We press together,
lips firmly locked,
but grinding, as we
know kisses to be
from watching tv
Our teeth,
almost touch,
our tongues,
kept safely where they
belong
Our hands,
sweating anew
from the pressure
and excitement
of the moment
Judges, do we
have your scores?
David and Ellen:
10.0 / 10.0 / 10.0
Perfect
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