U-turn

“It’s late. I should go…”

“…I guess.”

reluctant goodbyes

much left unsaid

four miles away, a text:

come back

searching for

a good place

to turn around

*message unsent*

too late

door opens

weak excuse

strong embrace

breathless kiss

against wall

hands in hair

skirt hiked

buttons pop

restraint melts as

boundaries die

and

love is born

*a take on my own challenge: “a good place to turn around”*