Walking home
from your place.
I\'d met your
mum and dad.
Ate some cake,
cup of tea.
Filled the
coal bucket.
And in the
darkened hallway
the magic of your
goodbye kiss.
Long and
lingering
upon luscious
softness of
your lips.
Just like in
the movies.
Walking home
from my
first real kiss.
Smiling
so deep inside
that I never
ever forgot.