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If kisses are blown,
kisses are wasted.
Kisses aren't kisses,
unless they are tasted.
In my dream,
you blew me a kiss.
I started to cry,
for what was amiss.
You started to frown,
and wiped my tears.
You tried to ease,
all of my fears.
Then you realized,
what you had done.
You'd given me a kiss,
with none of the fun.
So you gave me a taste,
of your sweet lips.
Your drank me in,
with tiny little sips.
Into my mouth,
your tongue did slide.
My tongue met yours,
not wanting to hide.
This kiss we shared,
it seemed to be the best.
We simply had,
to put it to the test.
You kissed me again,
quick as a wink.
It was so intense,
I could not think.

Now we know,
why it is said:
If kisses are blown,
kisses are wasted.
Kisses aren't kisses,
unless they are tasted.

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