It Started With A Kiss - Poem by sweet girl
The memory replays in my head,
I felt your lips touch mine.
It was great, but secretive,
I guess thats what made it so devine.
As I sit upon my windowsill thinking of you,
The cool breeze reminds me of your hugs.
Your breath just tickles my neck,
And your arms, just one of my drugs.
But nothing is like what I felt before,
The tingling sensation was nothing but true.
The warmth of each other's hearts,
When there was nothing I could do.
And the realization of our love.
The love of me and you.
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