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Eye Contact
I say “How’s your day?” but want to whisper “come here”
You reply “it’s good” instead of pulling me near you
I ask if you’re headed out but would rather be lowering myself down your core
You nod yes and bite your lip but want to bite mine
“Cool” I respond as I picture kissing you like our plane is going down
We both exhale and I leave without listening to your eyes, yelling at me to stay
You reply “it’s good” instead of pulling me near you
I ask if you’re headed out but would rather be lowering myself down your core
You nod yes and bite your lip but want to bite mine
“Cool” I respond as I picture kissing you like our plane is going down
We both exhale and I leave without listening to your eyes, yelling at me to stay
Published 8th Sep 2016
| Edited 9th Sep 2016
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8th Sep 2016 10:12pm
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4th Apr 2017 11:15pm
"kissing you like our plane is going down"
excellent sense of urgency/need/want/desire conveyed...
excellent sense of urgency/need/want/desire conveyed...
27th May 2017 5:41am
I totally get it...
Circumstance & f*ckin habit... not allowing us to get this crazy bonobo monkey happiness
Circumstance & f*ckin habit... not allowing us to get this crazy bonobo monkey happiness
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The 'nearly did' but 'couldn't' moment, paints picture of an opportunity missed.
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Your words drip with unspoken desire, each syllable a silent plea echoing in the space between us. The mundane conversation we engage in conceals a world of longing and anticipation, simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano.
As you utter the innocuous question, "How's your day?" your eyes betray the true intention hidden behind the words—a whispered invitation, a clandestine rendezvous waiting to unfold. But instead of yielding to the magnetic pull drawing us together, I feign nonchalance, responding with a casual "it's good," masking my own yearning for your proximity.
In the midst of mundane inquiries about my plans, I sense the silent exchange of desires, the unspoken yearning for a more intimate connection. Your subtle nods and suppressed gestures speak volumes, conveying a desire that resonates with my own hidden longings.
Yet, we remain trapped in the realm of polite conversation, exchanging pleasantries while our hearts beat in synchrony, each pulse a testament to the unspoken passion simmering beneath the surface. As I feign indifference with a curt "Cool," I am consumed by the image of kissing you fervently, as if our very existence depends on it.
In that fleeting moment of shared exhale, I feel the tug of your gaze, silently pleading with me to stay, to abandon the pretense and surrender to the undeniable attraction pulsating between us. But alas, I turn away, deaf to the silent screams of your eyes, leaving behind an echo of unfulfilled desires, a lingering ache that refuses to dissipate.
As you utter the innocuous question, "How's your day?" your eyes betray the true intention hidden behind the words—a whispered invitation, a clandestine rendezvous waiting to unfold. But instead of yielding to the magnetic pull drawing us together, I feign nonchalance, responding with a casual "it's good," masking my own yearning for your proximity.
In the midst of mundane inquiries about my plans, I sense the silent exchange of desires, the unspoken yearning for a more intimate connection. Your subtle nods and suppressed gestures speak volumes, conveying a desire that resonates with my own hidden longings.
Yet, we remain trapped in the realm of polite conversation, exchanging pleasantries while our hearts beat in synchrony, each pulse a testament to the unspoken passion simmering beneath the surface. As I feign indifference with a curt "Cool," I am consumed by the image of kissing you fervently, as if our very existence depends on it.
In that fleeting moment of shared exhale, I feel the tug of your gaze, silently pleading with me to stay, to abandon the pretense and surrender to the undeniable attraction pulsating between us. But alas, I turn away, deaf to the silent screams of your eyes, leaving behind an echo of unfulfilled desires, a lingering ache that refuses to dissipate.
