Surrender

Ferrara

I had never thought myself a poet,

But my soul was, in full agreement with my heart, the both merging with Katya in a union that left my mind in bewilderment.

Because as our lips met, I felt an eruption of flames that broke out in all parts of my body.

It was as though I had been dead for so long, and now I was fucking coming alive, in her lips tangled with mine, in our enjoined hands...

I couldn't describe this feeling,

Nor did I think it had ever existed, before us.

I tasted salty liquid in her soft delectable lips, or was that mine?

Because it sure felt like thousands of emotions were welling up my heart, to a point where I needed to be tethered,

To Katya.

It was a kiss that was bereft of lust or the need for fulfillment of a desire.

It was a fucking vow, a damn promise, the sealing of the deal we had made.

It was the devil's word, my word.

Passion?

Obsession?

Love?

They were seemed too shallow, too small, to describe the erupting fire in my chest which was