That wonderful smile on your face, Leads me to that urge. Thoughs lucious lips so perfect and gentle, wanting to tast them makes me scared-- scared I wont like it-- scared you wont see-- That wantful urge inside of me. Finally I take a chance, And kiss your face in harmony. Jumping for joy in my head! Who knows, maybe I'll do it again...
Reason for writing:
This is my first kiss!
Birth sign: Libra
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