We leaned in,
your eyes wide,
a soft tremor in your breath,
as if this couldn’t be real.
Your lips brushed mine,
soft, hesitant,
then you pulled back, stammering,
"Wait, what? We’re… kissing?"
I laughed against your lips,
your cheeks burning red,
as you kept rambling,
lost in your own surprise.
I held your face,
steady and sure.
"Shut your mouth," I whispered, grinning,
"and kiss me like you mean it."
And you did,
shy at first,
then certain,
as if it was all you’d ever wanted.
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Poems about Love
ŞiirContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
