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Hey YOU, When you leave I feel you tearing away Not wanting to leave, but wanting to stay Not being able to smell you in places when you make me so hot and my heart beats races Feeling like a Southern girl I do, I do… I swearrrwwwaaa All hot and bothered I do declare-a You melt me You deflate me You make me You make me Feel all the things I have not before Don’t really matter not keeping score I know that when I am with you I cling to you tightly Not wanting to leave Ever so slightly I know that you feel the bond that we hold I know this because its me that you told What happens next What do I do with all this I know that ill need yet another Steven kiss You told me that kiss was cursed I know now because my lips felt it first. The touch of your lips against mine I felt it, I got it My very first sign. About you With me That picture with the tree Without me there is no you And without you there’s no me
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
My First Steven Kiss
Hey YOU, When you leave I feel you tearing away Not wanting to leave, but wanting to stay Not being able to smell you in places when you make me so hot and my heart beats races Feeling like a Southern girl I do, I do… I swearrrwwwaaa All hot and bothered I do declare-a You melt me You deflate me You make me You make me Feel all the things I have not before Don’t really matter not keeping score I know that when I am with you I cling to you tightly Not wanting to leave Ever so slightly I know that you feel the bond that we hold I know this because its me that you told What happens next What do I do with all this I know that ill need yet another Steven kiss You told me that kiss was cursed I know now because my lips felt it first. The touch of your lips against mine I felt it, I got it My very first sign. About you With me That picture with the tree Without me there is no you And without you there’s no me
janna-lynn-lee
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
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