First Fireworks

Wed, 08/31/2016 - 19:03 -- deb209

When you kissed me,

It wasn't fireworks.


The first time it was

Of course, 

Because it was the very first time, 

And with the very first kiss, 

There's always fireworks.

Isn't there? 

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