His face was inches apart from mine and I wished he would just kiss me, kiss me like he had never kissed anyone before.
I wished!
I was high!
I wanted to remember each and every detail of his face.
But couldn't!
I was high!
And then he pulled me close to him, wrapped his arms around me.
Oh! How I wanted to feel him, his breath, vibrating through my veins when he hugged me. But couldn't!
I was high!
Suppressing the desire to brush my fingers through his hair, I bit my lip. He must have thought I was shy!
I was wary of the people passing by!
He pulled away in seconds, and I wanted him to stay.
He ruined the moment anyway.
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Keepsake
Poetry𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑷𝑴𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂�...
