That warm breeze,
the salt of the sea in the air,
the quiet thrill
of sneaking out
in the middle of the night.
You sat there
bathed in silver moonlight
by your father's boat,
the sea calm
and yet so loud.
Butterflies tangled in my stomach,
my knees growing weak
as I stepped toward you.
Your hands found my waist,
my arms wrapped around your neck,
my fragrance meeting
your warm breath.
A slow and passionate kiss
as if nothing else existed,
as if the world
had slipped away.
I knew it was wrong,
yet it felt so right—
and now
I long
to feel it again. 💫
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
