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We were in the fourth grade.      Richie Ackerman was having      a birthday party. There were the two twin sisters      so exceptionally cute      blonde hair in dresses. We played spin the bottle. First kiss was regular mail      kneeling or seated. Second kiss was air mail      standing in place. Third kiss was special delivery      in the hallway. In the circle of players Richie spun first --      his birthday after all. Must have been my tenth time around      before a regular mail kiss      with one of the twins. She smiled a welcome. I was shaking.      Right on the lips      very short      very soft      she smelled so good. The game proceeded      we experienced more kissing      yet that first kiss      lingers on.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
First Kiss
We were in the fourth grade.      Richie Ackerman was having      a birthday party. There were the two twin sisters      so exceptionally cute      blonde hair in dresses. We played spin the bottle. First kiss was regular mail      kneeling or seated. Second kiss was air mail      standing in place. Third kiss was special delivery      in the hallway. In the circle of players Richie spun first --      his birthday after all. Must have been my tenth time around      before a regular mail kiss      with one of the twins. She smiled a welcome. I was shaking.      Right on the lips      very short      very soft      she smelled so good. The game proceeded      we experienced more kissing      yet that first kiss      lingers on.
lawrence j klumas © June 2014
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
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