Yuck!

The thought of having someone's tongue
flicking through mine,
or rammed down my throat
has always been repulsive,
How it changed from this to
me plotting for it to happen I can't tell,
But that was what happened.

Story time:

The soothing stare of a friend
filled with love-lust changes us,
transforming the norm to what it isn't;
We become a shade too bright,
to conceal our anxiety or
a shade darker;
Ghosts of our true selves.

His name is Dike,
the black sheep of the class,
Yet his comeliness can't be denied,
His mind lits the world,
His heart is beautiful,
But his arrogance stinks.

I was little Miss perfect,
did everything right and more.
Our relationship didn’t raise only brows,
We had lips rolling;
The ladies couldn’t fathom why
nor how he became charmed by me,
the guys couldn’t comprehend,
how oblivious I was,
of the power I seemed to have.

Then he asked,
the question that would label me his,
while my mind swoon,
My heart was filled with fear,
then I became the creator,
stitching events,
wooing time to get me here;
On his couch with no one but us.

And when he leaned in,
his hands holding my face steady,
his head angled to claim my lips;
My thoughts went wild:
Should I stick my tongue out,
suck on his lower lips,
or just leave my mouth open;
My mind debated.
Then, I felt his wetness on my lips,
a pool of saliva cocooned our tongues.

As we pulled apart,
the butterflies were non existent;
My knees didn't go weak,
Neither did my leg pop,
I was assailed with my first revelation:
Disney and Harlequin were mere fiction!
While reeling from this deceit,
Dike glowing with excitement asked:
That was amazing right?
Yuck! My heart replied!
But I was way too kind to be honest,
so I smiled at him and swore off kissing