a dance of tongues
we kissed in an uncles bathroomtwo mouths intertwined, the sound of the stereo humming through the walls
my first love, my girl crush
small and petite
eyes dark as coffee
your kiss was sweet, your hands grabbing my body
in that moment we were one
the music stopped, we stood back
returning to the party with smeared gloss and butterflies that would never die
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