when they meet

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Tuesday, September 10, 2019

I don't know what you do to me
Or how you do it
But you do

Whenever our lips meet
I'm giddy, bubbly
I feel silly, childish
I'm blushing and spinning
My head starts reeling

I lay it on your shoulder
Trying to find my composure
And all I can think is
"I've never felt like this"

Should I admit to you that I never truly enjoyed kissing?
I thought something might be wrong with me, because he liked it so much that he could do it for hours.
Hours, but not with me.

But then our lips met.
I was Alice falling in wonderland
The first time it happened wasn't when you first kissed me, wasn't the second time either.
It was last Tuesday.
When I visit you at work and when I left, you called and said I forgot something.
I knew I didn't forget anything.
But you did,
You forgot to kiss me.

I waited an hour and you walked to my car.
You sat and placed the donut box up on the dashboard and we laughed and talked and then you leaned in.
The world stopped.
My world spun.

There was a stab in my chest, in my heart.
But it was delightful, exhilarating,
Wonderful and terrifying.
Ever since, whenever we meet,
Whenever we kiss,
You make the world disappear
And my world reel.

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