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Make a decision, she said.
I found myself on a ledge,
Arms fluttering, mimicking the misdeeds,
Of a bird.
Trying to flee, and escape the fork in the road

Give me a kiss, he said.
I stared into those eyes,
Nervous, heart hammering.
Uncertain.
I reached for him, and tried to deafen the roar in my chest.

What are you doing?, she asked.
I pulled the black blanket over my head,
To hide. For the discomfort to subside.
But she seized it.
And told me to make a decision.

What are you doing, he asked?
I blushed, and tried to walk away.
To alleviate the obvious inexperience.
He pulled at my shirt like a child,
And asked for more. More.

I didn’t make a decision that day, nor the next.
I told her it was coming.
She confined me to a room.
Filled with all of her expectations.
They nudged one another, and screeched at me.
They told me it was NOW or the death of me.
Cries, the hum of her wishes and dreams.
I fell to my knees and covered my ears,
Desperate to muffle the hum of her fears.
Of failure.

I pressed my mouth to his, and tasted him.
He murmured beneath my kiss.
His long hair fanned my face.
I was aware of every sensation, it seemed.
They nudged one another, and whispered quietly.
Touch and Taste giggled childishly.
I watched them in the playground,
Whilst being kissed in the foreground,
And swayed with him in my arms.

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