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Tonight
i realized that,
he wasn't a little boy anymore,
and i didn't just love him.
i was in love with him too.
Tonight the suite of
this hotel is lit,
by the glow of city lights.
They shimmer against,
a baccarat chandelier
& reflect in the mirror
over this sofa.
Tonight he kiss me for the
first time.
He taste mocha and black pepper,
from the wine.
Heat from the mango salsa.
The kiss is tentative.Uncertain.
It doesn't feel wrong.
then he says, "It's one thing to die a virgin.
It's to be an undead one."
It's my turn to iniate a kiss.
I sweeps my tongue across his lower lip.
Through the turtleneck top,
my small breast press against his bare chest.
expect the lemongrass scent of my onetime body wash.
I smells like lavender instead.
he wasn't a little boy anymore,
and i didn't just love him.
i was in love with him too.
Tonight the suite of
this hotel is lit,
by the glow of city lights.
They shimmer against,
a baccarat chandelier
& reflect in the mirror
over this sofa.
Tonight he kiss me for the
first time.
He taste mocha and black pepper,
from the wine.
Heat from the mango salsa.
The kiss is tentative.Uncertain.
It doesn't feel wrong.
then he says, "It's one thing to die a virgin.
It's to be an undead one."
It's my turn to iniate a kiss.
I sweeps my tongue across his lower lip.
Through the turtleneck top,
my small breast press against his bare chest.
expect the lemongrass scent of my onetime body wash.
I smells like lavender instead.
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