the sweet taste
4:29 p.m.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Most of all, I can't stop think about the way you kiss me.

I miss the way you kiss me.

It's only been 3 weeks. You're the first boy for any of this kind of stuff, so I'm really not sure what my feelings should be.

But, Damn, I miss your lips.

And I miss your smell.

And your taste.

And your voice.

It's a sad world when you're in need of something only one person can give you.

-cotton

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