Through the peephole
Through the peephole, You glance at your whole life. He sleeps next to you Amidst the storm of events day by day, It all came to this moment. This man. In my head, thoughts clouded by anguish. Dreaded battles of satisfaction and guilt. Yet the soft curve of his shoulder, The sweetness of his scent, The warmth of his breath Against my cold skin... Simply intoxicating. Or is it the idea of falling in love again that draws me to it? This calming madness, This terrifying urge to plunge into unknown depths. We have all read the stories of such beauty. Passed down from ear to ear, Generation after generation. This eternal beauty, a temptation... So grave, so enticing, So addictive. The closer I get, the stronger it becomes. I feel the need to resist and save myself From the unknown nightmares ahead. But what if I'm wrong? What if, in this beautiful creature, Lies my salvation? What if...? The night became darker and quieter. As he wraps his toned, heavy arm around my waist to