The Pulse Between Lies: The Echo Of Love

 

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.

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.