Kiss and Tell
Your lips found mine,
quiet and trembling,
a moment that burned,
in the centre of time.
We held that breath,
knowing what it meant,
knowing we should hide,
what lived in our hearts.
I never told a soul,
the story of that night,
our secret love waiting,
where only we return.
The room stayed warm,
long after we parted,
your touch still glowing,
against my skin.
Your name followed me,
through every morning light,
a gentle reminder,
of what we could not say.
Even now it lingers,
soft in the quiet,
drawing me backward,
to where love began.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Marvelous writing Marie! 💕