"Minnie."
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever wanted to be kissed?"
"Of course, Tiff."
"No- I mean, not like that."
"Like what, then?"
"You go through a moment when all you want is to feel someone's lips against yours."
"Isn't that just the same as what you said before?"
"No, Minnie. It's as if you're hungry for the taste- the sweet taste of... you know."
"A kiss."
"Yes."
"But - and forgive me if I'm wrong - have you ever actually been kissed, Tiff?"
"I- ...No."
"So, how do you know-?"
"-I just do, Minnie. It's not something I can put into words."
"So you just... want to be kissed?"
"You don't understand."
"I'm sorry."
"I know you are. It's just- I'm always hungry for that kiss."
"This kiss, it's not just any old peck on the lips from anyone, is it? Is there-"
"-Someone in mind? Ha, no. I wish there was."
"I'm not following."
"Of course you're not."
"Come on, Tiff. Let's go."
"No one ever does."
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Nothing to do with the first one, the words just flowed out of my finger tips.
I know I said this was completed, but I was feeling stuff (wasn't really sure what) and needed to write it down.
So... here.
Jordan x
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شِعرJust a little something, A poem; more like, About a girl, Who fell in love with a boy, Who isn't around anymore. And many other stories, About many different people, Living very different lives, But who all seem to, Relate, To each other, In some wa...
