Walking back to home
I was smiling to myself
The happiness of a moment
That I was able to feel.
You went further into my mouth
Exploring with your tongue
Your tongue was dancing
As I did the same.
I could feel it
The hunger and the passion
I gave back with the same(hunger and passion)
I didn't want this moment to end.
For sometime, you made me stop caring
About what the world would think
And that was the difference I felt
Whenever I was with you.
You held me closer to you
Also wanting not to be the one
To break this moment
I didn't wonder what I was feeling.
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PoetryThis is not a story. This is a set of poems(don't post bad/hate comments if u r not interested just ignore and move on). A young girl who had been going through her worst times unexpectedly met a boy one day. As of her age, she liked him and tried t...
