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Stolen kissesYou stole it from me,
your lips pressed against mine.
That tongue of yours entreats entry into my mouth,
like a safe I keep my lips pressed shut.
The strain nearly thins them into a line.
“Such soft lips” you claim,
what a wasted effort trying to put me at ease.
You run your hand over my body, complimenting it,
as if I’m enjoying it.
I want nothing from you not anymore,
I wanted a friend and was being friendly.
In return you stirred up my emotions,
the storm rises over and over again.
You caused a tempest of anger and disgust,
caked in dirt it won’t go away, that feeling.
I see the message on the network,
the red mark telling me I have a message from you.
I dread the emails, ignore your calls will you ever get the hint?
I want nothing to do with you.
Please, lose my number.
After all, you stole a kiss that wasn’t yours.
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