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.
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