So what gets me,
isn't that you find me attractive,
and place kisses upon me
It is that we,
no longer desire,
kisses from anyone but us.
No casual sighting,
or furtive glance,
would put you at odds,
with me knowing,
I was first.
Never to be thrown aside,
for something better,
or to feel like,
I was something less.
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