When We Were Young

I remember tasting her

I remember it felt wrong

But only because that was how

I was told to feel

And the fear of being caught

Was taken over by

My want for her

Looking back

I think the only problem

Was that I was much too young

To possess such a thirst

 

Maybe if I were raised more free

I would be a different me

 

What I know

Is that I never again kissed

Another girl the way

She kissed me