Southern Passion

Dear Diary,

As I sit here in my rockin' chair, in the golden years of my life, I
still reminisce of a kiss.

I hope you don't mind me tellin' you this story, Dear Diary, but I have
no one else to share it with. (Or at least anyone who'd even listen to
some old lady talk about a kiss.)

It was so many years ago, yet I remember it as if it were only
yesterday.

I was old enough to know better, but my heart just skipped a beat every
time I saw Michael. To my eyes, he was ultimately perfect.

Michael was much older than I was. He knew I had a tremendous crush on
him, but being the gentleman that he was, never took advantage of
me.

Michael was attracted to me also, but he knew my Daddy would have
kicked his rear end from this side of town to the next. I hated my
Daddy for that, but now I certainly understand his concern.

But on this one particular hot summer night at the county fair, our
hormones got the best of us. I was sittin' by myself, under this old
oak tree, sippin' on lemonade. Michael came along and sat right beside
me, sharin' my lemonade. It was so darn sweet! . . .the lemonade and
Michael, of course.

Michael leaned over to kiss me, but then hesitate and stopped. Golly, I
was so disappointed! I was so very prepared for that kiss! I had my
eyes closed and my lips all puckered!!!

I opened my eyes and asked Michael why he didn't kiss me? Again, being
the gentleman that he was, respectful of my young age, thought it not
best. But I thought otherwise and grabbed that beautiful man in my
arms. We kissed and I lost all reality of time, forgetting
everything.

Visualize this, my Dear Diary . . . A warm, summer night with a full
moon in sight, kissing this man that brought me pure delight! Oh
goodness sake, I get warm just thinkin' about it.

I know what you're thinkin' . . . You're thinkin' I'm just some lustful
old lady. Heck, who knows, maybe I am. Not too many ladies can say
they're lustful at eight five years old! You're just jealous, Dear
Diary.

But it was more than lust. It was my first passionate kiss of love. One
that I shall never, never forget.

I'm tired now, Dear Diary, but I do thank you for listenin'.

As Always,
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