Thursday, March 30, 2006

anticipation.

the newness of your proximity
is startling.
sweet smell of skin
so close
i can feel the heat
of your body
trickle
down my neck.
your lips brush
my ear
as you whisper of
nothing important.
i can feel the
stubble of your cheek
as we both
turn
eyes meeting...

i want to
kiss you,
but i don't.

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