when she rested her head on his shoulder,
and their hands touched,
now were intwined,
she knew what was going to happen,
and she looked up into his eyes,
he was smiling,
he must have known too,
but it was just to late to stop it,
so she had to let herself go,
let go of all control,
their lips brushed,
then slowly,
so softly,
they began to kiss,
and then there was no turning back.

The End

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