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Strawberry Kiss

The tip of her nose 
studded with blackheads like seeds
on a strawberry, 

she stared back at me; 
I could feel her move closer. 
She asked, should we kiss? 

Panting, I just gazed. 
Her breasts touched my own. I closed 
my eyes and breathed no.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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