My First Kiss

My first kiss was in the snow. I was in seventh grade and I had just taken my friend's little sister to La Danza Navidad (the Christmas Dance, that year the theme was Christmas in Spain) that our school was holding. I walked her home and the snow was lightly falling. It gathered beautifully on her black hair and long, doe-like eyelashes.

When we got to her door, she turned around and looked at me for a second and then kissed me. It was amazing, electrifying and that's a major understatement. I walked home and the wind started to pick up, the temperature dropped and the snow fell harder but I didn't mind it at all.

I'll never forget my first kiss in the snow.
JerseyBoy333 JerseyBoy333
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Dec 2, 2012