Red Lips
Lips red as cherries,
a gasp of breath,
cold wind biting my skin,
the sharp burn of alcohol,
soft lips moving against mine,
First Kiss.
a gasp of breath,
cold wind biting my skin,
the sharp burn of alcohol,
soft lips moving against mine,
First Kiss.
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This is actually a description of my first kiss. It was with my female best friend, who helped me discover I'm a lesbian.