They weren't just holding hands.
No, fuck that mundane and simple way of thinking.
Her finger tips were drumming against him palm
and his thumb sent chills of love
And,
They were carving their initials with delicacy in each others skin,
Tasting the nervous sweat on their lips,
They shared a different kind of kiss.
YOU ARE READING
Romance
PoetryPoetic words from a queer girl, too confused with the simple four lettered word Love
