Low-down HighA Poem by Kayleenstory of a kissthat boy's wild sparked fire in her hips that girl's trouble the whispers on their lips high on the floor its her first kiss drunk under the table he's in her grip such a bad decision his tongue slips hot and wet between her lips chemically induced its sloppy; too quick he's a friend's yet neither quit © 2011 KayleenAuthor's Note
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