I was four when the girl next door taught me how to kiss
She was older and a little bolder, she didn't aim to miss
The little wenchy gave me a frenchy, tongue drilling for oil
Being a little bloke I started to choke and her passion it did foil
I thought it crass that she grabbed my ass and gave me a lift
I started to wheeze and then to sneeze, a green booger was her gift
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2026 03:00
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)
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lol love the flow the rhyme and the theme, ah the first kiss 💋 must have been magnificent to remember at the ripe age of four 🤣
Thanks so much Teddy for the read and review. I deeply appreciate your kind words
That'll teach her.
Wonder how many hearts she broke through the years..
Thanks Paul for the read and words of support they are most valued
A definite fav
Thank you very much for the read
most welcome
Now this is a fun story.Lucky it wasn't in the days of Covid 19. Well constructed and good cadence.Well done
Love it! This is great.
I never had my first kiss .I just stole them all after that...
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