Immersing itself with the red glow in the room
Your fingers still doing your thing through my hairs
As the smoke from your cigarette fills up my lungs
That’s when you whispered into my ears
While I was too high on your love
“do you still want me?” you asked
And I begged for more!
About- This poem was written on April 14, 2025 and is part of my "Campus Confessions: The WBoy Chapter".