The kiss was not the first But we both knew our thirst.. Yet it flew through my Viens...free... Like a streak of thunder on a drenched tree.. Burning me down shattering me, She was emptying or was shy? Her eyes was closed tight.. Only I knew what she had to fight... Yet her lips found their way as her cloth sling.... I knew she held tightly in her grasp.. Her ring..
They' r e filled with pulp. But there are emotions as well. Remember the sweet memories, the bitter ones as well, that made our childhood a bliss. From stealing them in school to buying a few for the family, we all grew up.