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In this brief article, since we celebrated Hearts Month, I'd like to share with you my first kiss, which came about when I was 15.
The kiss speaks volumes of passion, embracing the works of the great poets collectively. During your first kiss, your body experiences a slew of unique feelings. It will sense like your rush of adrenaline is floating, which it is. When you're going to kiss another person's lips, your body feels emotionally vulnerable.
My best buddy and I had our first kiss when I was fifteen (15), a senior in high school, and he was twenty (20), newly graduated from college. I was at the beach with my best buddy when it happened. We were strolling down the beach when he abruptly splashed sea water on me, and I reacted. We were both damp when we decided to take a plunge. While lapping, he reached for my hand and guided me out of the water. He pulled me in closer and began kissing me. His kiss is passionate and captivating. It represents the promise of reality, the natural longing that dwells in all of us. The way his fingers wrapped around my waist expressed real emotion. I stole a guilty glimpse at him every time he returned for air, just to be sure it wasn't all just a figment of my imagination. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel uneasy around him since he smelt like perfume. The warmth of his breath was both enticing and disturbing. The moment his lips contacted mine, the clock stopped ticking. As my body weakened, my heartbeat became audible in his chest. I couldn't quit thinking about how appealing he felt on my lips and how appealing he was to all my senses. My first kiss was so thrilling and romantic that I couldn't help but recall it vividly.
How about you guys, do you still remember your first kiss?
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A feisty artist and writer who balances her time penning poetry, soul-stirring content and flash fiction, sketching, and designing by using fresh blossoms, needlework, gardening, baking, and caring for her partially impaired vision Mom after her intellectually and physically challenged son passed away. She explores unexpected views that ignite her zest for life.