honestly, it was different than what I was expecting.

it wasn't sparks and heat and hands on the back of my neck

pressing knees into thighs and breaths into lips,

a sudden burst of uncontained passion finally actualizing

into something physical.

something we could both touch.

it wasn't innocence and grinning

rosy and hasty and clumsiness trapped onto tongue

big eyes and gushing and giggling into cheeks

like children would.

it was quiet and easy and our fingers were freezing,

still and hesitant and careful and trying not to breathe too hard

and then it was gone.

(and I could still feel her lips against my mouth.)