Carson stood alone in the den, raising his glass in silent tribute. His wife Jenny wouldn't understand. He'd never tell, the memory sacred. Forty-seven years to the day, and he could still taste the sweetness of summer when Marilyn's lips met his.
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Oh! How I loved this! I tasted a sweet boy who taught me how.
ReplyDeleteQuite a memory to commemorate. Good work.
ReplyDeleteThis made me feel all warm and happy! Who doesn't love a first kiss?
ReplyDeleteOH! I love this. :)
ReplyDeletePoor Jenny! She must be guessing. The first kiss ......very sacred.
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An ode to a moment we only get once. I love this! Well done.
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