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Aug 2017
His kiss was as sweet as Spring
The light graze of his lips against mine
radiated warmth and melted away any of my worries
as if they were nothing
they ceased to exist.
His kiss spoke the words I didn’t know how to say.
I’d always feel his smile against my lips
before his strong hands caressed my cheek
tracing my jawline before gently pulling me in.
In that silence all of our secrets were laid bare
all of our passions and the spark of love that existed
between us could not be hidden.
In that moment, in his love, I was strong
Roisin
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Roisin  16/F/Ireland
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