"It was a warm September night. A bit windy with dew rushing into sight. A long time of us speaking. But never letting our feelings come to light. The flirtatious banter did spark my soul on fire. But each time I felt the need to inch closer my trepidation roared and so I'd cower. But on this September night, the wind pushed me right into your arms. No longer could we contain our love. We snuck off into a secret room to hide. It's as if the warmth mixed with the dew melted our fears into a puddle at our feet. Trembling fiercely inside, and my heart racing. I had no choice but to surrender into your eyes. The wind it howled so fiercely outside. And I gave in to my deepest desires. When our lips touched I melted from the inside. The burns of passion scorching my cheeks. But I felt so alive. We held our kiss for what felt like eternity. But the winds grew too strong for us to brace our defense. We stumbled away. From our secret place. Eagerly waiting for the next chance we'd get. To embrace each other so deeply again."
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Dewy September Night
PoetryMy first post!! a little poem I wrote based off a personal experience. To me the writing process of this poem was really cathartic in that I was able to really portray the vulnerability of that moment in a way that felt authentic to my experience...
