Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing


I was her secret desire,

so secret, in fact, that she didn’t breathe a word to me,

simply appearing, breathless at my front door,

spilling words that were once whispers,

capturing me in a kiss,

as the sun finally rose on our romance.

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