I touched you like a secret
Like something I wasn’t meant to know.
You kissed me like a promise
Then broke it in silence.
Your name lives in my mouth
Like a bruise, I keep biting.
I taste you in every lie
I tell to forget the truth of us.
You were never mine
But I was always yours
In the way fire belongs to the match
And ruin belongs to the memory.
We speak in glances now
In the rhythm of what we don’t say.
But my body still remembers
The echo of your love and
The pulse between our lies.
Like something I wasn’t meant to know.
You kissed me like a promise
Then broke it in silence.
Your name lives in my mouth
Like a bruise, I keep biting.
I taste you in every lie
I tell to forget the truth of us.
You were never mine
But I was always yours
In the way fire belongs to the match
And ruin belongs to the memory.
We speak in glances now
In the rhythm of what we don’t say.
But my body still remembers
The echo of your love and
The pulse between our lies.
You said nothing, but I heard it all
In the way your fingers trembled when I called
Your silence was louder than your scream
And I lived in the shadow of your dream
Every touch was a confession
Every breath, a slow obsession
You were the lie I couldn’t leave
I was the truth you couldn’t believe
You wore my name like a scar
I kissed your guilt in the dark
We broke each other just to feel
And loved like wounds that never heal
I still hear you in the quiet
In the rhythm of regret
You echo through my body
In a song I can't forget
Her lips glowed under the night lamp
Soft, parted, aching with intent.
She bit down gently, as if holding back
A storm meant only for me.
I was already burning
Her name rising from my throat
Like a prayer I couldn’t silence.
I took her wrists, pulled her
Into the gravity of my need
And kissed her like
I was drowning.
She melted into me
Heat meeting heat, her hands
Mapping every inch as if
Trying to memorize what
She already owned.
We spoke in touches
In glances that trembled
In breathless pauses
Where love felt like a fever
And silence tasted like sin.
We didn’t sleep. We surrendered.
And when dawn came
We held each other close
Two hearts still beating
To the rhythm we made.
The stories we carry within
They aren’t gentle; they ache.
They pulse beneath our skin like secrets
We kissed but never spoke aloud.
Every soul is a storm wrapped in silk
Bearing the weight of touches
That meant too much
And silences that meant more.
We are made of the lies
We told to stay close
The truths we buried to survive
The glances that lingered long
After the bodies parted.
Each breath is a betrayal
Each second a confession.
We are sculpted by longing
Shaped by the rhythm of
What we couldn’t say.
So listen, not to the words
But to the echo of love between the lies
That’s where the real story lives.
Once you get a taste of her
The sweetest sin, the longest kiss
The kind of touch that ruins you
And remakes you in her image
There’s no going back, is there?
She’s the good bad girl
The one who smiles like a secret
And loves like a storm.
You crave her in silence
But she lives loud beneath your skin.
Her heat doesn’t fade.
It lingers in your veins, in your breath,
In the ache between your ribs
Where her name still burns.
You dream of her mouth
Still watering from the memory
Still tasting the fire
She left on your tongue.
She’s the kind of forbidden
You beg to touch again.
The kind of love that doesn’t
Ask permission, it devours.
And when you close your eyes
You don’t see her face.
You feel her on your neck,
In your pulse, in the lie
You tell yourself that
You’ve moved on.
