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Under a Cloud-filled sky.
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 heart-beat was all that separated us,
For the moment ended so fast,
Are you so afraid of me?
Or is it I, who is afraid of you.
Our actions, left un-acted.
But I shall see you again,
I could taste it.
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 heart-beat was all that separated us,
For the moment ended so fast,
Are you so afraid of me?
Or is it I, who is afraid of you.
Our actions, left un-acted.
But I shall see you again,
I could taste it.
Published 25th Jan 2015
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