Your lips taste like jasmine tea with sugar.
And I swear to God that sometimes you taste like water.
I love your sugar kisses and I don’t know how to describe you or what to make of you.
Your kisses are bewitching and magical.
I’ve always wanted you.
And here we are.
Together.
With you kissing me with your sugar kisses.
And I will see you every Tuesday.
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