Words before kissing

It's the worst decision you're going to make, you said before kissing.

You've planned this all day, don't you? I've heard.
Why did you take so much? I remember.
What do you want of this? It's common too.

There are sweet answers, there are hard words.
There are hands in hands and souls into souls.
There's always a thought before kissing,
there's always an idea in one second and no more.

We are just friends, and it will happen just one time, you said thousands of occasions.
Is it because I already love you, one of the sweetest.
It is finally what you wanted, and so many questions after that.
It is just a hug, and it is so cold for not doing it.

It is because you are so special, for sure.
It is a great view of Paris, don't you think.
You got something in your eyes, the tricky one.
And it is just the mezcal, a good reason too.

All is poetry before sublimation.
It's the moment the eyes are found in each other,
All are the essays on the language cannot be expressed by words.

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