It was rather awkward and uncomfortable
as we both sat in front of hundreds of
people at one of the festivals.
A kissing booth, that's
what they called it.
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt
forced to sit there, but even if I was kissing
a stranger, I, damn it, I loved it, because
if you ask me, locking your rough
lips with soft, shaky ones,
ones that are bare,
is incredible.
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Fanfiction"Her lips, her hands, her words, and her voice were all too soft for her harsh heart." [Completed]