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fraud

It was a messy room
and broom
was nowhere near
yet they had nothing to fear
their meet WAS  after a long time
and each and every second shined
like a newly polished coin;
like a freshly washed loin-
cloth, they’d been talking for the past hour
and their voice flowered
and then it happened
the look that siphoned
a deep emotions inside their eyes
they told truth: not lies
and then they inched close
not a second to lose
their eyes closed
breathing floored
is this love? They asked
they basked
in each other’s embrace
and then it happened, their first kiss
breathing fastened,
hand fastened
tight around each other
their feelings united
their embarrassment fighting
a battle with this sensation
this new-found revelation
sadness disappeared
blushes appeared
and then one look into each other’s eyes
Oh! What a pretty sight
they thought
and they smiled wide, just a fraud
with the time…
#promise
-yakaa: jujaa

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