Your smile and kind eyes

hands and fingertips

and legs entangled with mine;

That mess of lips and hair

loss of breath

Dancing limbs with desperate hands

Gasping for air


A need

We’re past desire

Biting my lip

All that’s left to do is beg

for one more dance,

One more chance

for you to steal my breath away

and taste in my lips the words I’ll never say.


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