Every kiss should be a first kiss,
Anticipation
Nervous chatter
The brush of your hand on my leg,
And mine on yours.
Leaning towards each other,
Not knowing where our lips will meet,
But knowing that they will.
An evening’s promise,
Fulfilled.
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