Eight Year Old Kissing Bug
I remember my very first kiss as something great.
It came to me when I was the tender age of eight.
There was a girl named Susan in my class in third grade.
She didn’t care about any fuss it made.
Susan came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around my hips.
Then she planted a sweet and wet kiss right on my lips.
No girl like her had I ever seen.
I felt a little embarrassed at this impetuous scene.
After that occurred, I didn’t have a thing to say.
Susan, I wonder what ever happened to you today?
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