Submissions by A_Poet

I reach across the bench,
I run my finger across your hand,
You retract yours briefly,
I lean towards you,
Your eyes, so fearful,
I stop.

What love is this?
So monstrous, so beautiful,
…Now you lean towards me,
I place a palm on your chest,
More frightened, still,
I can feel you shaking.

I raise your chin,
Our eyes meet at last,
I close mine slowly, and move towards you,
Our lips touch, open,
I can taste the arousal instantly,
Seductive, unobtainable.

Our tongues touch gently,
It seemed like a...

I’m sorry…
I suppose my letters never found you.
I can’t write anymore.
…And the sunrise is threatening to show.