November twenty-fifth;
she stood there dizzily, regaining her bearings
he stepped forward
their lips met
she jumped internally, surprised
her eyes fluttered shut
he pulled away and walked a few steps away
she bit her lip and blushed shyly
they stepped towards each other
their lips met briefly again
he held her in his arms as a smile formed on their lips
they felt content
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
