The First Kiss

July 31, 2009
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The gentle wind rustling our hair, he leasn in as I do,
Our noses bump ever so slightly, I tilt my head right He tilts his left, we lean forward agian-
He puckers his lips, I purse mine
Our lips touch, shooting tingles down my spine, I can feel him shiver ever so slightly, Soon his warm lips release mine
We move back, and I smile

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Aug. 9, 2009 at 2:06 pm
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