the night we kiss
prickles with heat
A sultry silence
filling the close distance
between our lips
with measured breaths
of shy reverence
i whisper her name
the sound dripping off my tongue
like caramel
smoky succulent slowness
a cry, a craving for more
so she generously obliges
Her face mere inches from my own
Reflects the moon like quicksilver
the universe pauses mid-stride
to watch for the moment our lips collide
in a rush of hands tangled in hair
knitting our souls
one with the other
i gasp at the event horizon
that signals the beginning of everything
as the world explodes in a meteor shower of stars
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Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
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