Oh, shameful admission,
Your guilty pleasure:
You like me.
What will people think?
But the past is just that,
And you must have forgotten.
Your silly pretense fractures and falls,
And we both feel the static crackle
When you touch my skin.
And your lips are like salty summer
Against my candy apple red.
Author notes
A contest entry for "but not just any kiss..." by j i n.
A contest entry
- but not just any kiss... by JinSays.
1532 points, ended September 21, 39 entries
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Oh nice one, a little different from the rest, but good! I like originals.
Buddy
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I did like this alot, I love salty summer, that alone should give you a trophy
lol, thank you for taking the time to enter, and I wish you all the best.
Love,
jin
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