January 2017
He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, and a hint of weed...
But somehow that discomfort disappeared when he held me in his arms and breathed softly in my ear.
Perhaps I was in love with what he did to me— with how he made me feel...
For I had just met him.
© photo taken by Jeff Brown (found on Unsplash)
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The Sweetest Taboo
PoetryA collection of my very, very short poems © cover photo taken by Camille Brodard
