So many to count
Each one has their notch
Each one significant
In their own right
It's the first kiss
A tell tale book
Not written yet
Waiting for the big ending
Knees are weak
Hands are sweaty
Heart is racing
Lips to meet that sweet surprise
It's the first kiss
One of many
A right of passage
Waiting for the fire works
Soft to the touch
Awkward at times
Sincere and heartfelt
A taste compared to none
From the heart
Char
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