Rekindled Embers

alleys, stolen glances turning into stolen kisses. The thrill of being di

eyes. The moon cast a silver glow, illuminating your beauty as we embraced beneath t

f art. I worshipped you with my touch, my fingers tracing the line

was where I was meant to be – in your

secrets we kept. Your boyfriend, my own guilt – the weig

nature, unstoppable and wild. We were two souls, entwined