Infatuation with a hint of guilt Longing for the dash, the s..
Published: November 5th 2021, 4:01:01 am
Infatuation with a hint of guilt
Longing for the dash, the sprint
A dose of adrenaline
My lips tingling, my chest rising and falling in a upbeat rhythm
Thoughts like a cloud dissipating, now obscure
Snippets of your presence, a stature of intrepid allure
*full poem on my poetry blog under love poems -- link in bio 💝🌿🌼
