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By Barefoot Bella Date: 2004 Jan 28 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.28.14.00.19098]] |
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The first and only time we kissed smoke hung heavy in the air as the barflies sat on the same old stools and the same old ales flowed. But that night something was different. I don't know if it was that I knocked back one too many or if you finally realized that she didn't want you. But there was this sense of urgency about your mouth as you greedily pressed your lips to mine. And you insisted that one simple kiss wouldn't do any harm. But it really wasn't that simple. We talked a few more more times after that night, but soon I began to pull away. Because, really, a kiss is never simple. At least not for me. |