First KissA Poem by RoseLikeAThorn
Your warm lips pressing,against mine.
Your soft lips touching my hand when you kiss it. When you tell me that you love me. But I'm falling for this and I don't want to fall for it. Because it might turn the other direction for me. I just want to think that it is a lie about turning on me. But when you speak, it makes me forget all of my troubles. © 2012 RoseLikeAThorn |
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Added on June 7, 2012 Last Updated on June 7, 2012 AuthorRoseLikeAThornMcKinney, TXAboutMy name is Amanda. I am a mother of 2 beautiful boys and am engaged to a wonderful guy more..Writing
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