My chest constricts
My heart pounds and pounds
My hands shake
Your hand wraps around my head
Your hands entangle in my hair
Your lips meet mine
It's barely there
Soft
And then an array of emotions
Our lips have met
My face is red
I don't know what to do now
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Contemplation
Thơ CaPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
