That first moment.
She saw this girl, walking towards her direction.
Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say.
Butterflies, fluttering in a million different ways.
That inexplicable feeling, when she pulled her closer.
Just a breath away.
She closed her eyes, with the scent of her skin, lingering.
Heightened senses.
She touched her, at the back of her neck.
Warring heart and mind.
She kisses, painstakingly, with all of her.
Conflicted. Body and soul.
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