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Sep 2014
I lick my lips confidently
only to taste the fear lingering there.
Would he ******* fear?
My hesitation?
My doubt?

His hand cups my cheek
leaning in to me.

My breath hitches.
I close my eyes.


*And everything just vanishes.
Kissing can be a magical thing.
Noelle M Eithun
Written by
Noelle M Eithun  Warrensburg, MO
(Warrensburg, MO)   
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