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Nervous Move foot to foot What to do with my hands Hope we don’t bump noses What if he doesn’t like how I kiss What if he kisses gross
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.This captured the awkwardness of a first kiss so well
But first, where are my Certs with Retsin (more commonly known as vegetable oil)?
Hahahahhaahahhaa I would definitely have all those thoughts. Especially about the stinky breath. Loved your poem!
Dear~Dear StepMom ~ Oh, how you always BakeUp the memories in me. Pam, a prematurely developed preteen, planted one one me: I still remember how soft her lips were! StepSon
Sweet and forgotten until remembered... First kisses are indeed still happening. Thanks Momma Combs!