To the One Who Plucked My Petals: A Bittersweet Tale of Love's Illusion
#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Come, my dear reader, and lend me your ear,
As I recount a tale of love, both sweet and sheer.
A night that shimmered with an otherworldly grace,
Yet concealed a truth that left me in a bewildered chase.
In the realm of memory's tapestry, I now stand,
To paint for you a picture, hand in hand.
Imagine a room, with its shadows draped in a soft hue,
Where the air itself whispered secrets, just for me and you.
We moved in sync, bodies entwined in a passionate embrace,
Every touch, every breath, setting our souls ablaze.
The flickering candlelight danced upon our skin,
As we surrendered to desire, letting passion win.
Oh, how the world seemed to fade away,
As our hearts orchestrated a symphony that day.
In that fleeting moment, it felt...
Come, my dear reader, and lend me your ear,
As I recount a tale of love, both sweet and sheer.
A night that shimmered with an otherworldly grace,
Yet concealed a truth that left me in a bewildered chase.
In the realm of memory's tapestry, I now stand,
To paint for you a picture, hand in hand.
Imagine a room, with its shadows draped in a soft hue,
Where the air itself whispered secrets, just for me and you.
We moved in sync, bodies entwined in a passionate embrace,
Every touch, every breath, setting our souls ablaze.
The flickering candlelight danced upon our skin,
As we surrendered to desire, letting passion win.
Oh, how the world seemed to fade away,
As our hearts orchestrated a symphony that day.
In that fleeting moment, it felt...