This poem is the poem that represents EXACTLY how a girl feels during a kiss. (Well, some
Notice how the words and sentences in the poem are all jumbled up; the reason for that is that the girl feels that way, all jumbled up.
What she is thinking in her mind is represented in this poem.
All the moments are basically happening like crazy to because this kiss is driving her wild. It really is not my best and a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy!
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Lips.
Such soft lips.
The smell of his cologne.
His fingers in your hair.
Such simple sensations.
Leaving you numb.
Stiff.
He takes the lead.
Passionate.
Fingers running down your arms.
Like rain.
“I want you, no… I need you.”
He says.
Your nose rubs against his.
He backs away for just a moment.
He stares in your eyes.
Forehead to forehead.
So heated.
Can’t breath.
Knees trembling.
His lips again.
You fall.
In his arms.
His eyes.
His green eyes.
So unreal.
Such a fantasy.
“Tell me you love me.” I say.
“I love you.”
“Tell me why.”
He stands up.
Stands straight.
“So many reasons.”
He stares at you again;
in wonderment.
You put your hands on his shoulder.
It was your turn.
You take the lead.

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