This set out in the greenest grass just before a cloud sprinkled on me. It just screamed lover's bench. It would be really nice to set out under the tree at sunset with my lover, his arms around my shoulders and stealing a kiss just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Dang that's mushy. Especially for someone who's last kiss has been long enough ago to be forgotten. It's still nice to dream I suppose and hope that someone will want to steal a smooch from me.
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