Poetry Weaver

Love’s First Flicker

row of shiny candles near glass wall

Awkwardness at my front door
Looking down, shuffling feet
Mumbling a soft goodnight
Hearts pounding
Warm finger lifts my chin
Eyes meet
Mesmerized
Slowly, oh so slowly
Like two magnets
Heat of lips on fire
Touching lightly
Electric current
Magical moment
Suspended in time
Hearts soaring
Kiss deepens

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June 24, 2021

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