A Temporary Arrangement

So, they dared me to kiss
him
and I accepted their challenge the way any
twelve
year old girl would. The only existing
problem
was where and when. Two willing souls meeting mouth to
mouth.
He was there first and I walked forward looking
down.
I raised my face, eyes to his
lips,
wet, smiling widely and
pink.
Standing still, I looked higher at his laughing blue
eyes.
He reached forward and held me firmly, small hands
gripping
tightly on my upper
arms.
His mouth came close to mine and I
smelled
the sweet aroma of cookies on his
breath.
Then, my crossed eyes saw the unexpected
tongue
leave his mouth and enter my
own.
Slimy and cold, it jabbed in and
out,
feeling ridged and
unreal.
His vice-like arms wrapped around my
body
and I struggled beneath his searching
mouth.
The laughter broke through my dismal
anger
as the onlookers discussed our mortal
scene.
Pushing hard, I felt his quick
release
and I fell backwards, surprised that the
ground
leapt forward to catch me in slow
motion.
He turned and ran as my sleeve dried his thick
spit
around my mouth. I could not move in
disbelief
that my own friends had planned the
arrangement.
Running home, I could feel the hot
tears
quickly dry in the corners of my
eyes.
I tripped, falling hard and bit my
lip,
the blood replacing his temporary
stain.

~I dedicate this poem to bb for the inspiration she gives me~