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My FIRST 💋 KISS



There weren't any butterflies
At least when I glanced at her eyes
And neither did I see flowery images
As hyperbolized in books and on stages

T'was mere nuzzling
Within a darker atmosphere
Created by lovely shyness
Slowly lowering the curtains of the eyelashes.

To that point of smelling another's breathe,
A romantic moment of cuddle, 
With mouthwatering promises of love.

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