- Warm breeze brushes against my heart,
I peep into his eyes-
A universe in which time flies.
The sky is painted orange.
The distance between us- shortrange.
His hands on my cheeks,
my hormones at their peak.
My hands on his neck,
and I smile at this wreck.
His head dips low,
I allow myself to go with the flow.
His lips centimeters away,
and the lining of my heart starts to fray.
I finally give in to the kiss,
and two souls are combined into bliss.
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This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.