kiss me already (fiction)

from when a boy loves you vol.1(audio collection) by Kamga

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lyrics

It’s in the sound of your voice. Who wouldn’t want you to whisper in his ears?

Ah, now you’re being poetic. She sat beside him. Took off her orange shawl. The others settled around the small table. Their favourite spot in the bar.

You think I’m being poetic? You see, the truth sounds like poetry. Because it rings with your soul. It tells you things you never knew were possible. Like how a kiss could stop time.

It would sound great to hear that voice behind closed doors. She touched his feet under the table.

Closed…open…does it matter?, he whispered, fingers maneuvering comfortably around her nape. When you’re together, body speaking to each other, does it matter? The buddies were now quiet. A few smiled. Others were uneasy. The ruckus in the lounge left a calming ambiance.

But a kiss could steal my breath away. The small group jeered. She turned, winked at the ladies across the table. A short victory glow.

When you discover that breathing isn’t as important as feeling the mix of flesh, souls, and minds…that’s when a kiss becomes a thief. There was a slight whimper from the hostess. They didn’t notice she’d never left after she took their order five minutes ago.

Really?

Yes. A thief of place — and time. You see, a kiss leaves no trace — except a rift in your memory. Of the taste…the sound…the touch —

That’s when the body speaks in a language only the emotions can understand. She leaned closer. Almost tasting his breath.

Who is the poet now? He mouthed.

Kiss me already.

credits

from when a boy loves you vol.1(audio collection), released March 11, 2019
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