Kiss

His first kiss layered his face in a spectrum of red; no antidote could cure his mortification. She always had her arms open, her legs spread wide on the edge of all roads. He leaned over for a pucker, but slipped and hit her lips like the curb they were. His teeth never felt the same way again.

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