One moment fleeting intense, passionate, filled with desire.
Hands gripping her waist he pulls her closer as they draw near heartbeats begin to race
Closer slowly as lips touch softly falling deep into infatuation
Minutes turn to hours, hours to days
Father Time has been robbed of control because this kiss makes time no longer exist.
The future don’t matter because it’s already the past.
This has to stop we have resist it can go no further your not hers and she is not his
This is borrowed time that can’t be given back
Lives will be destroyed worlds will clash the universe will cave into it self
For the mistake that is made in this moment of weakness you just can’t do this
About the Creator
Tabra Mobley
This is my outlet my creativity my words are my own my muse is my own. Some are experiences, what I would like to experience and some are movement of moments in my heart mind body and soul. Some even come from dreams. I hope u enjoy!!
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