The Question Beneath Your Breath
For the first time, I feel the sparks.
His body melts into my embrace,
and my heart skips a beat.
Our noses brush
as he meets my lips with his,
and my heart flutters once more.
His soft breath of slumber
melts my body into his
and sings me to sleep.
But do I follow the heart or the mind?
A question beneath your breath,
eating at me inside.
How can a love so wholesome
be called sinful?
u/sadchicken06 — 14 hours ago