i knew how special it would be,
when it was you and me,
my heart raced,
as your palms touched my face,
my cheeks roared in flames,
and i stood there,
as you ran your hands through my hair,
then there it was,
your warm touch on my lips,
your hands around my hips,
you held me close,
you were a drug and i had the first dose,
i became addicted, a passion in its right,
i was too weak, oh too weak to fight,
and now here i am lonely tonight,
i wake up in a fright,
to our baby crying,
and i remember all of your lying,
the baby we made
stemmed from that kiss,
that first kiss.
that made all of this,
ive paid,
for the terrible mistake i made,
of loving you,
i thought you'd be true,
you ran,
and your conscience didnt catch up with you,
i regret it everyday,
your guilt is at bay,
i regret our first kiss,
you know- the one that made this.

emily summers

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss-this-isnt-about-me/