Redneck_Cowboy
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Do you remember your first kiss?
This morning I was feeling lonely and at these times I think of my wife. I entered her art studio and like always I marvel at the beauty she created with her paints.
In the center of the room is an easel and on it is an unfinish work. She had told me that she was going to name the painting, First Kiss. She never finished it cause she got to sick. Yet I look at it as her masterpiece.
Though the work is unfinished I know it is of us. There is a small pixie of a girl with hair as dark as midnight and her eyes are of china blue. The boy is a tall lanky youth with curly blonde hair like a girl. Though his face is not completed I know it is me cause she captured the foolish awkardness I always had. The small girl has the boy by both his ears and her face is upturned with her lips puckered for a kiss.
Though that was many years ago I can close my eyes and remember that day as if it just occured. Lizzy and I were standing on a boatdock on the lake at a church picnick on a Sunday morning. I was twelve years old and Lizzy was fourteen.
Lizzy asked me who I thought was the prettiest girl I know. Being a stupid boy I did not realize where her question was leading. I replied that I thought Miss Lease was the prettiest girl I ever saw. She was my school teacher who I had a boyhood crush on.
This answer did not go over to well and Lizzy pushed me off the dock. She stood there laughing untill I came out of the water and chased her. I caught her easily and I was going to give a knuckle rub on her head.
Somehow she twisted in my arms and grabbed both my ears. She looked me in the eyes and said, Franklin I love you and someday I will marry you. She then pulled my head down and kissed me.
What I recall most was the softness of her lips and the smell of her hair. I remember the teasing I got because she kissed me in front of everybody from the church.
Eight years later I was a young man of twenty. I stood beside Lizzy and gave my oath of fidelity and devotion before those same people in our church. They remembered the day Lizzy kissed me and told the world she would marry me someday.
Everyday for twenty years untill her death she kissed me. There was never a time that a single kiss from that beautiful women could not curl my toes and make my heart soar with love and lust for her. Even so, my mind cannot but wonder back to that Sunday morning when I was but a boy of twelve and I recieved my first kiss.
I do opologize for being so windy. I did not intend to be.
Do you remember your first kiss and do you have fond memories of it?
This morning I was feeling lonely and at these times I think of my wife. I entered her art studio and like always I marvel at the beauty she created with her paints.
In the center of the room is an easel and on it is an unfinish work. She had told me that she was going to name the painting, First Kiss. She never finished it cause she got to sick. Yet I look at it as her masterpiece.
Though the work is unfinished I know it is of us. There is a small pixie of a girl with hair as dark as midnight and her eyes are of china blue. The boy is a tall lanky youth with curly blonde hair like a girl. Though his face is not completed I know it is me cause she captured the foolish awkardness I always had. The small girl has the boy by both his ears and her face is upturned with her lips puckered for a kiss.
Though that was many years ago I can close my eyes and remember that day as if it just occured. Lizzy and I were standing on a boatdock on the lake at a church picnick on a Sunday morning. I was twelve years old and Lizzy was fourteen.
Lizzy asked me who I thought was the prettiest girl I know. Being a stupid boy I did not realize where her question was leading. I replied that I thought Miss Lease was the prettiest girl I ever saw. She was my school teacher who I had a boyhood crush on.
This answer did not go over to well and Lizzy pushed me off the dock. She stood there laughing untill I came out of the water and chased her. I caught her easily and I was going to give a knuckle rub on her head.
Somehow she twisted in my arms and grabbed both my ears. She looked me in the eyes and said, Franklin I love you and someday I will marry you. She then pulled my head down and kissed me.
What I recall most was the softness of her lips and the smell of her hair. I remember the teasing I got because she kissed me in front of everybody from the church.
Eight years later I was a young man of twenty. I stood beside Lizzy and gave my oath of fidelity and devotion before those same people in our church. They remembered the day Lizzy kissed me and told the world she would marry me someday.
Everyday for twenty years untill her death she kissed me. There was never a time that a single kiss from that beautiful women could not curl my toes and make my heart soar with love and lust for her. Even so, my mind cannot but wonder back to that Sunday morning when I was but a boy of twelve and I recieved my first kiss.
I do opologize for being so windy. I did not intend to be.
Do you remember your first kiss and do you have fond memories of it?
