Kissing, by Krysta Cash Subscribe to rss feed for 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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