Breathless,
Drew presses his
Forehead against mine
His gaze locked onto my lips.
His tender kisses graze
My delicate neck and
Trail to my ear.
Blood rush.
Tingles.
My lips part
In pure ecstasy.
He breathes my name,
And I unravel.
I'm floating.
I'm free.
YOU ARE READING
Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
