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Last kiss


The first time I kissed I was like this... Salivating Hungry for her lips To touch mine Her perfume captivating I can still smell Her attention in my eyes Pupils dilating Oh those butterflies Flapping around her head Pulling me into her arms To kiss her more I was aggravated To know that She has to go The last call She did When the flight landed New city She used call it The last word I hear was Baby, I love you But! Never call me again....
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