First
After the dance, we walked the streets all the long night through,
moving to a doorstep to avoid the cleaning crew.
You let me rabbit on about every silly thing,
then made your wordless statement as the morning birds took wing.
Lifting through the rising sun, they faded into mist,
unaffected by the fact that I had just been kissed.
Then you restored my fallen hat, my scattered keys and purse,
that morning without equal in my young universe.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Very nice Judy. Took me back to many, many years gone by.
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I think I’ll do a prompt asking people to tell about their first kiss. I already have. I’ll have to resurrect it.
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Oh how romantic!
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I just read this for the third time, and it keeps getting better. I just love this one.
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