Literature
PRETTY LIES
Candles and vanilla smoke whispered between us,
filling the room with words we dared not speak too much,
but the feelings were there trembling beneath our skin,
we knew that something so sweetly felt could not be a sin.
I could not deny the tender fluttering of my heart
when with you my love grew, it refused to depart,
and the butterflies that quickened inside were my unrest
as I craved your touch strong against my soft breast.
So my lips brushed your cheek, a kiss drew your embrace
about me, still innocent to intimacy my pulse raced,
to be accepted and the feelings I finally expressed,
free from being Rejection's whore again, my l