Kissing, by Krysta Cash |
The first kiss is supposed to be amazing like no other. Mine was amazing, I know he loved me. Truth is there is no such thing as a kiss that creates sparks. The guy I'm with now, we can't get enough of each other. I know though the is no such thing as love or a perfect kiss. |
Posted: 2013-08-27 00:17:55 UTC |
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