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His lips smile     We laugh for hours           He has dimples and                Beautiful blue eyes. I feel like he is shy      Quiet           He seems ashamed                For a second                     Then he tells me timidly                          He has aspergers. I smile,      My fingers gingerly curled           My nails resting on his beard. I take a deep breath      I offer to help him           He wants to kiss me                 He is afraid                      He doesn't know how. I close my eyes      Shy          Take his face in my hands                Press my closed mouth                   Against his                        As his lower lip trembles. It's over.      We hug.          Then we laugh                 He says "Now that I have practiced, let's do it again." He kisses me.      I had a lovely time.              We laughed                    We kissed                        For hours.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 3:59 AM UTC
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His lips smile     We laugh for hours           He has dimples and                Beautiful blue eyes. I feel like he is shy      Quiet           He seems ashamed                For a second                     Then he tells me timidly                          He has aspergers. I smile,      My fingers gingerly curled           My nails resting on his beard. I take a deep breath      I offer to help him           He wants to kiss me                 He is afraid                      He doesn't know how. I close my eyes      Shy          Take his face in my hands                Press my closed mouth                   Against his                        As his lower lip trembles. It's over.      We hug.          Then we laugh                 He says "Now that I have practiced, let's do it again." He kisses me.      I had a lovely time.              We laughed                    We kissed                        For hours.
He invited me to his family's Christmas party. I told him I would if I didn't have to work. He likes it when our fingers play together.
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samhain-longquiet
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 3:59 AM UTC
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