First Kiss

Wanting but scared
unsure but drawn.
Tell him, "NO!"
"Yes!"
Why does he persist?
He must
see right through me.
He comes close.
Our lips meet.
I will
not resist.

A strange familiarity;
the scent of his breath
the taste of his mouth
extensions of my own.

His lips, unfamiliar.
His existence, I have known.
I have kissed this man a million times before.