By the light of the
Silvery October moon
You pull me to your
Hip, my face is red
From nervousness and running.
“Do you want to?” You
Ask, any other
Night I'd say no easily.
But I'm not thinking
Straight tonight and you're
Charming, nice but not handsome
No, no but I lean
In anyway, and for
A first kiss it's pretty
Terrible, your lips
Are like a suction
Cup, when you pull away I'm
Rejoicing inside.
Silvery October moon
You pull me to your
Hip, my face is red
From nervousness and running.
“Do you want to?” You
Ask, any other
Night I'd say no easily.
But I'm not thinking
Straight tonight and you're
Charming, nice but not handsome
No, no but I lean
In anyway, and for
A first kiss it's pretty
Terrible, your lips
Are like a suction
Cup, when you pull away I'm
Rejoicing inside.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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