The Kiss

December 2, 2008
By Mary Kate Burns, Fairfield, CT

I could feel him pressing his chest against my back, his arms wrapped around me and held me in place.
I felt his heart beating at an even pace against my back.
I slowly turned to see his face.
His face was calm, and he began to smile that smile I knew and loved.
As he began to move closer to my face, I began to do the same.
He came so close that I felt his warm breath on my face.
And as his lips pressed against mine, I knew that nothing would separate us from eachother.

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team edward said...
on Dec. 12 2008 at 12:35 am
wow i have had this happen. a kiss like that. great isn't it? yeah but your poem is like a fairy tale it has a happy ending. however mine does not. for i live in the real word. i should have seen it comein. anyway the poem is great, it made me smile and remember that time.

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