your perfume (although not natural) was light and lustrous, faintly floral and made it feel like I was kissing a soft blossom. the world inside our mouths was a bubble in time and space and our tongues danced in the emptiness.
I kissed a soft blossom and
inside the bubble two tongues danced
about the empty space
yes yes, forget about all that, you’re hot, what’s not to love (message to self about sentimentality)
Two tongues danced in a bubble of soft blossoms
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