Secret Lover

Kissing. Twisting. Turning. Melting. Loving.

Thank you for reminding me who I am. Thank you for reminding me that Julie Andrews was right; now I will always have confidence that happiness will come again.

I said it wouldn't happen.

I promised we could never do this.

But the feeling of you against my skin and in my mind is turning everything I used to know into grey memories and scents of coffee and chai tea. 

Pushing. Pulling. Tugging. Scratching.

Sweet, sweet, bittersweet silences and uncomfortable giggles can turn even the hardest heart into dynasties of butterflies.

To feel you so close beckons memories of Jay and Daisy. So close, yet just enough distance to be forever apart.

We couldn't work. I knew it. We always agreed upon the fact, but still chose to love.

Star-crossed lovers tempted by danger and daunting enough to flirt anyways. 

Your welcoming heart and eyes take away any doubt in my mind and draw me endlessly to you.

The taste of you lingers like the smell of smoke on an addict and I think I'm developing a dependency.

For years I knew you were special to me.

I'm not sure if you were special because the things bound to be between us, or if things unfolded because you are so damn special.

Giggles, glances, feelings, touches.

My heart warms every time you light up my screen but I know we are unknowns to every passerby.

Eyes as deep as the sea, tides strong enough to pull you in.

But you don't resist; they are blue enough to fade into the summer sky.

I never meant to love you.

Maybe I've loved you all along, but now I know you love me forevermore.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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