Grabbed my waist, saw through my mind,
it was him who held my chin and kissed me hard.
Silence in the air, and frozen the time.
(He) Held my waist, I held my breath,
awaiting for his second shot.
His eyes were shimmering;
he smelled ravishingly;
his face looked true;
I’d fallen into that extravagant mood.
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