A Kiss
It was a bright Wensday
A sunny Wensday
asked her if i could
she said yes
not thinking
by the bus
time to go
with the flow
breaking free
i kissed her
her skin smooth
it lasted for ever
only a second
i wanted more
so did she
i pulled away
i left
going home
she got on the bus
i wish i didnt
she said it was ok
i did the right thing
i mean
i am older than her
but i love her.
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