we were just stupid kids 

parading the neighborhood past curfew

worries dissolved by the sweet tangy alcohol

like we were the only ones alive.

i can still taste her now

sweet and plush

chap stick mixed with hints

of warm limeade spiked with vodka.

i still feel her touch

her smell of cloves and ginger

wrapped around me tighter than her arms

as her tongue wove its way into my soul

and kept me from freezing on a cold April midnight.

her hand stays interlocked with mine 

even when we part 

and her lips that(being the armature i am)i had bitten

are stained in my mind for ever.

a night of firsts

first drinks 

first kisses

first realizations

and maybe...

first regrets?