Push and Pull

By Isabelle, TIWP Student

Her cheeks glowed a pink sunset,
her eyes, the blue horizon.

How new and enticing this feeling is:
warmth bouncing between his arm and her shirt,
his skin and her shoulder,
his blood and her blood.

How fresh yet bizarre,
the feeling of his breath, her cheek,
his smile, her blush,
his ocean, her sunset.

How enchantingly simple:
his lips,
her lips.

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