Beginner's Love

Breathless and expectant.
Not knowing what to do.
It's a battle you're fighting inside.
And the objective is not to lose.
A hint of red kisses the cheeks.
The heart starts to flutter.
A flush of fever washes over you.
And there's nothing to stop it.
Dizzy and weak.
Overtaken by an uncontrollable impulse.
A willingness to kiss.
To brush trembling lips.
The fixation of love is purged.

A contest entry

A Kiss by strangerforeigner. 405 points, ended September 5, 2008, 19 entries
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strangerforeigner
September 5, 2008
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Very well done. "A hint of red kisses the cheeks" Love that! Thanks for entering and good luck!
McFairy
May 20, 2007

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You have made beginner's love sound like so much fun, filled with excitement and hope, I personally hate beginners love, it kills me, I cant do it, but this makes it sound good

***McFairy***