Our soft lips graze each other
Tender yet unsure
Our noses, they stick in between
Always, a meddler.
Our hands, they caress hesitantly
In fumbling pursuits
Yearning to tread down paths
But scared to proceed.
Our lips part ways
And eyes, they open
Ragged breaths, a witness
To the magic we have experienced.
The first kiss we shared
Will memory always treasure
To cherish and fawn over
When dark days, hover.
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Natasha Sharma is a voracious consumer of the written word, who always has a book (or a Kindle, keeping with times) by her side that she devours. She is, by profession, a freelancing software developer. Natasha moonlights as a writer where her humorous side seeps through her words. She is inclined towards short stories, but secretly harbours a dream of writing a novel. She hosts her stories at the following link: https://awetnose.wordpress.com/2020/08/26/girl-in-the-mirror/
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