I was sixteen and in love.
He was seventeen and thought I was sent from above.
He invited me over to his house.
I said yes, quiet as a mouse.
I knocked on the door and was very nervous.
He was dressed to the nines like at a church service.
He smiled and invited me in.
I felt my stomach begin to tailspin.
I took a step forward through the doorway.
He whistled and his Great Dane came to play.
He jumped up and knocked me on the ground.
I opened my mouth and let out a yelp of a sound.
I closed my eyes as the dog stood over me.
He leaned over and let his tongue fly free.
He licked both inside and around my mouth.
I can’t fucking believe a dog was my first kiss this is fucking bullshit.
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