Kiss of Trouble

Through Rome’s veins we wandered, The air warm with incense and history, And your hand, a secret I almost held. We stopped, mesmerized by an old church. Its façade whispering shadows at night, Windows like eyes, half-closed in judgment, Watching two souls out of place and time. You looked at me as if the world might end, And it did, in a way. Our lips met inevitably, disobediently. A kiss of trouble, Born from all the things we shouldn’t be, A spark set loose beneath sacred skies, Where love and chaos taste the same. When we parted, The city kept its silence, As if even the saints knew Some sins are written in love. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥