Beers
Tights
Her Cocktail
Dresses
Or jeans
Enough
To bite
My lip
At thoughts
Beyond my
Mind
Out of
Control
When
Around her
Nakedness
Exposed
While
Fully clothed
Mindful
Kisses
Making
My mind
Tumbling
Breathing
Deeply
As she
Edges closer
To me
I'm afraid
Of the dark
Or just
Her thoughts
Meanings
Hand in
Hers
Is mine
Right now
My eyes catching
Meeting
Hers
Brief moments
Of silence
Shared
And held
Together
Gently
Whispers
As
Her lips meet mine
Words
Lost
Without
Sound
I already know
What she's
Going to say
Her perfume
Soft
On the senses
But to never forget
I can't
Let her
Go
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