My mouth starts to water,
with each look toward your face,
staring at your lips,
so tender and sweet.
I want to kiss you,
but I'm afraid to ask,
afraid of awkwardness,
in the future tense.
My mind starts to wonder,
about ways to ask,
but your beauty takes me away,
and I lose my chance.
Please notice my staring,
I'm too shy to ask,
I'm afraid I'll burn a flaming red,
from embrassment.
I can still feel the first kiss,
on my wanting more lips,
you're so much more experienced than I,
that I never want to stop.
Kiss me and I'll kiss you...
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