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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