Sunday, April 6, 2025

Confession

That day we strolled through Harvard Square
peeking in shop windows,
sharing Ben & Jerry's
from a pastel paper bowl,

a warm spring breeze
lifted my dress just enough

We laughed, and your eyes
whispered something soft,
like the moment before
a kiss.

I wanted so much more than a kiss.

 

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