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A Breath Away

Jan 13, 2025
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Updated: Jul 18, 2025

By V. Bhuvana Prabha


As I pull you close for a kiss,

I feel your touch, the one I miss.

I turn away out of shyness,

And blood rushes to my face as I realize the closeness.


Your hands grip my neck, so tight,

A smirk on your lips... fingers tracing mine,

You place your soft lips on my cheeks, my neck, my nose, my eyes,

The moment I felt your lips, my stomach swirled with butterflies.


Your hands swept over my thighs, pressing hard,

In the warmth of your touch, I let down my guard.

The intimacy of your touch made me all yours,

And in your embrace, I felt safe, secure.


At last, you bring your lips close to mine,

I can feel them,

I can feel your warm breath on my cheek,

How close can you get without kissing me?


My heart pounds as a million thoughts arise,

Your hands move to all the right places,

You push me to the edge of wanting more,

And with a little hesitation,

I pulled you close, took you in,

Which took my breath away.


Just a touch of your sweet lips made my heart melt,

Feeding the craving that had lived for years.

Quietly, I felt the heat,

And in your kiss, I was left completely quenched.


We stared into each other's eyes,

What felt like endless time,

I melted from my core,

Lost in your softness.


After that, all I wanted was to hold you, kiss you, feel you near,

A kiss on my neck, like the wind’s gentle caress,

If you ever leave my side, I'll be unpinned,

If this was my last breath... I’d rather kiss you.


By V. Bhuvana Prabha



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