Three children, resting still, wrapped in darkness,
Two boys sprawled on the floor, a girl lay, above them,
Secretly adored, eyes filled with mischief, brimmed with
Delight, of a thing perhaps forbidden,
Known to elders, so tall, with all their rights,
Silently she pondered, knowing she might err,
She whispered, to the dark haired boy a dare,
Bid him rise to her, ran fingers through her hair,
Beckoned him to kiss her, a good night wish sealed,
With care, he smacked lips to her cheek,
She shook her head and thought that weak,
The boy knelt puzzled, no words to speak,
She uttered gently, finger to her lips, “Kiss me here,
Not there, show me that you care.”
He promptly pressed lips without worry, so unprepared,
Youthful nature to mimic, all seen, Bogie, Bacall,
Legends of the silver screen, He shook his head slowly,
No big deal, he wondered, if what happened was real,
Awkwardly he whispered good night, truly wondering,
Head upon his pillow, if his kiss had felt true, had felt right.
