A Kiss, A Slap, A Tear

I longed to kiss her,

For the whispers of her lips held secrets untold—

A kiss, deep and unguarded,

Could unravel the mysteries within her soul.

She trembled, not from the cold,

But from a fear that gripped her heart,

A fragile rhythm of hesitation,

A silent storm tearing her apart.

Her hands, trembling, found my neck,

Drawing me closer, breath by breath.

My arms encircled her delicate frame,

Holding her tight, defying regret.

Her feet rested upon mine,

She stretched—yearning, reaching high,

And in her eyes, galaxies swirled,

A universe bound in love’s sigh.

She shivered, again and again,

Her breath a whisper upon my skin,

Her heartbeat a frantic melody,

Drowning in the storm within.

Then—our lips met,

Soft, warm, and infinite.

The world faded, time stood still,

A fleeting bliss, delicate yet exquisite.

I felt her fingers tighten,

Her grasp a silent plea,

Yet my eyes, heavy with longing,

Refused to set me free.

Her tongue danced between my lips,

A symphony of fire and delight,

It was magic, raw and boundless,

A passion that eclipsed the night.

It was tender, fierce, and infinite,

A haven of solace, of silent rest.

The longing burned, yet time rebelled,

This stolen rapture was the best.

Then—suddenly, she pushed me away,

A trembling palm met my cheek,

She fell to her knees in sorrow,

Her sobs rising, raw and weak.

For long she wept, lost in turmoil,

Then, wiping her tears aside,

She embraced me with a desperate hold,

A heart still trembling, torn, yet tied.