They dance around each other,
a touch of the arm,
grazing of legs under the table,
a brush of fingertips,
unbearably taunting–
The air fueled with desire,
with temptation,
with an emotion nobody has named,
and finally it ends–
Words fade into the distance,
glances turn to gazes,
brushing of fingertips turn to
moments, seconds, minutes
and at last;
they press themselves together
melting together,
hands no longer linger,
pressed against one [...]
My body is a betrayal
my lips tremble,
eyes sparkle and dim
they voice things my lips cannot,
my hands shake as I try to hold onto
my last wisp of control,
my body warms with your touch
and shivers in your aftermath,
my body is a betrayal,
you leave me pleading
for more.
I dare not voice my desires
for the fear of laughter,
I must not express my wish
for fear of rejection plagues me,
so I force myself
through my pen and paper
to voice things
if only to myself.
Do not ask for more
and do not ask for less,
understand my desire for
gentle touches and
scorching kisses.
Dare not challenge me,
dare not ask me why,
accept me [...]
Unexplainable,
my urges to…
hold your hand
hug you tight
walk alongside you
under your arm,
to have your
beating heart
against mine.
The yearning is not
expected,
yet the more I ignored
the more I dream,
long,
beg for it,
my body craves yours.
I long for your
tongue entwining with mine,
for your burning kisses to
drive me slowly mad,
I miss your warm and
gentle roaming hands on my skin,
your scent which lingers on me
in the aftermath of us,
the taste you leave in my mouth,
and the one feeling you leave me with,
naked desire.
He stands with me,
near me, so near me…
mere feet away,
with the grace of
normality…
His body language,
warm and charming,
exuberant and welcoming.
His crew cut,
always the same,
never long enough to play with,
to dive into.
His deep white smile,
forever warm and cheeky,
unchanged.
His deep, soft voice
a familiar tune,
effortlessly outdoing
any voice, any sound in the room.
His sculptured body,
hard and strong,
soft and gentle,
mine;
all mine.
I [...]
I’m too close to you,
the touches and brushes,
the shy glances and quirky smiles,
I’m getting too close to you,
I’m starting to get high,
you’re like a drug,
addicting, tempting…
You smile too sweetly,
begging for me to unwrap you,
unravel you, understand you,
you’re taunting me,
wishing me to trace every vein,
every line, every body part…
You’re here, too close,
too tempting, too irresistible,
untouchable.
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