he reaches forward and cups my cheeks. it's a nervous first kiss and we almost miss each others lips but it's amazing. it's sweet, tentative, slow and blissful. and it makes the butterflies in my stomach run a marathon.
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Poetrybits and bobs. [sister collection of 'out of sight, out of mind'] [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
