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the first one
It was less a kiss than it was a barbecue
Tenderloins seared on an iron grill over hot coals
The second was cauterizing, sweetly acidic She filled my mouth with fruity venom that served as forewarning of things to come Should have, anyway
Third time up to bat made for some chaotic reading My tongue pored over verses and chapters that couldn't be put into words I understand
Every one after that left me with a tingly, burning sensation down my left arm
Kind of a romantic heart attack
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