The Pause From A Lover Gained

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I'd meet up with him
Just like his written word
but without words needed
was it a silent wishful request?

His matter of fact plain talking style,
smiling in unison with his pausing
at the appropriate moment of steady
hand over, before carrying on like
nothing was more important than the
gift of breathing me in with eyes alive
to the presence of my patient standing.

And my slow perfomance conducted
as he made circles ripple around my
vessel, his wanton heartbeat on the tip
of my tongue, touched with desire.

And oh that first kiss...the desire of it ..
I can say no more about that here.