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Our first kiss was like an explosion in my heart.
No, I did not die; I fell apart.
Our first kiss was like floating in the air.
It was like having butterflies in my stomach,
Like the sensation you feel when scared.
Your kiss is like the smell of fresh pink roses
That stood in angles of different poses.
Your kiss is like the taste of fruit.
The sweetest fruit I have ever tasted,
Seen before, or ever known.
Your kiss is like the touch of silk.
It is as smooth as the pouring
Of fresh white milk.
Your kiss made me think of things
I've never done before.
Should I tell you?
No. Just kiss me some more.
When I am kissing you,
It feels like a lifetime a day.
Please do not stop;
I don't want this feeling ever to go away.
I now open my eyes;
It has been many years too long.
But I can still feel,
Every feeling,
Every detail,
Our First Kiss
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