A kiss on the wrist by Shrutee Choudhary

Wrist

on the nightof our firstencounteryou gave mea kissnot on mycheeks or myhand or lips you kissed meon my wrist I frowned asyou dabbed itsoftly, as ifto erase it you made mefrown a lotbecause of allthe unusual thingsyou didbut then againyou made mesmilebecause of them a few dayslater, I askedyou why and you saidyou wanted tofeel …

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