about kissing
The first time we kissed, I initiated it. You were nervous (I think) And I... I wanted
you, so badly. To hold your hand. To feel your heart beat. To touch your lips with
mine. I hadn't kissed in over six months. You, that is. I lost count; a blur of lips, and
tastes, and people who never mattered even then in a fruitless attempt to find a pair
that rivaled yours. About four days ago, you reappeared. The second time we
kissed, you initated it. And, It. Was. Wonderful. In the morning, you asked if it was
alright, could you kiss me again. What I said, was yes. Bus what I meant. was that in
that moment, in that second kiss, I realized that yours are the only lips I could ever
want for the rest of forever.
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