Before the kiss

It’s not always the kiss that ruins you.

Sometimes, it’s the breath just before it —

that aching, endless pause when your mouths almost meet,

and the world narrows to nothing but hunger.

Sometimes, it’s that fragile, electric second when you know:

if you move even an inch, you won’t be able to stop.

And sometimes,

you don’t.

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