A Letter to My Nephew

 


Do you know how

To kiss a little girl...

Here are some tips

To make her heart swirl...


Stand facing her

Nose to nose...

Don’t freak out

If she steps on your toes...


Do not mention

What you’re about to do... 

It’s all about timing... 

And receiving her cue...


Stare into her eyes...

Like a loving puppy would... 

Share your feelings silently 

As only puppy eyes could... 


Now take her left hand

Into your right...

Warm it up with love...

As only a true boyfriend might...


Now don’t forget to breath... 

Remind yourself where you are... 

You don’t want to pass out... 

Since you’ve already come this far...


Whisper something sweet

Into her right ear...

Tell her she’s the one

And you want to keep her near...


She’ll most likely smile

As her butterflies begin to flutter...

Say “Your lips look delicious... 

And yummy like peanut butter...”


Place the fingers from your left hand

Softly under her chin...

Lean in a little closer

As you caress her soft skin...


Draw her gently towards you

As her heart begins to melt... 

You both know the timing is right 

That moment of true love is finally felt...


As your quivering lips

Are about to finally come together...

You start to feel a strong tug 

On the back of your sweater...


That moment of true ecstasy 

That you two are about to share...

Comes to a screeching halt

As your mother yanks you by the hair...


You both came so close

To sharing your very first kiss... 

If it wasn’t for your mother... 

Your life would be filled with bliss...


Try not to be mad at your mom... 

She’s doing the best she can... 

You might have missed that first kiss...

But you’re still a very young man...


© 2022 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

My Wonder Years: A Book

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