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Oct 2015
When you would stare at me,
Eyes fixed onto mine,
When you'd gaze at my lips,
For endless amounts of time,
When you'd tell me I made you nervous,
And to stop licking my lips,
Because even that small feat,
Created urge for a kiss.

I remember them,
Passionate,
Addicting,
Enough to make me understand,
The best kisses come from,
The person you love.
Only with you, have I felt that.
I miss that.
Poetic Artiste
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Poetic Artiste  32/F/Boston
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