Acquainted
He stepped into the car with eased, as if he had done it a hundred times before. He gazed at me with mischief and grinned like a fool.
Caught off guard- I smiled with a rose on my cheek, and with a gentle brush of his hand, leaning in with his breath fanning against my bare skin.
Never had my heart responded so erratically before- until the moment his lips held mine and explored.
Lips that were once strangers now became acquainted lovers intertwined.
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TEARDROPS
PoetryJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
