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Young LoveNervous anticipation Young hearts were beating fast No more the games we would play The time had come at last Her eyes closed, I felt her breath So warm against my cheek Her parted lips inviting As passion reached its peak Ever the gentle pleasure To feel her lips on mine So captured in the moment I lost all track of time Never did I imagine Such pleasure could exist Or that I'd long remember The girl that I first kissed! Copyright ©2006 Lester Tucker Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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