That first cold night
wrapped in your arms,
smouldering ashes & smudged lips,
soft caresses,
no promises,
the imprint of your mouth,
a stolen date
to meet again;
it was more than I thought it would be.
That late night call;
gentle surprise,
your soft voice
a guiding light
seeking me out,
calling to me
forbidden words
we thought
we’d taught
ourselves
never to say.
Slow, drip by drip,
beneath all the layers
our separate selves have built,
crystal liquid collects;
I never thought it would be so fluid.
You were there, deep within me &
it was more than I thought it would be
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'soft caresses,
no promises,
the imprint of your mouth,
a stolen date
to meet again;'
'Slow, drip by drip,
beneath all the layers
our separate selves have built,
crystal liquid collects;
I never thought it would be so fluid.'
Beautiful writing )
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