Our soft lips graze each other
Tender yet unsure
Our noses, they stick in between
Always, a meddler.
Our hands, they caress hesitantly
In fumbling pursuits
Yearning to tread down paths
But scared to proceed.
Our lips part ways
And eyes, they open
Ragged breaths, a witness
To the magic we have experienced.
The first kiss we shared
Will memory always treasure
To cherish and fawn over
When dark days, hover.
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