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Every time our lips touch,
It’s like our first time.

The first was simple,
Light touch

Each time afterwards,
I felt the thrill.

The thrill of a first kiss,
The thrill of a first love.

You’re my personal drug,
My very own addiction.

I couldn’t live without your lips,
I couldn’t live without your kiss.

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