The touch of your hand
Against my feverish skin
Kindles love and desire
In my Desperate heart…
The brush of your clothes
Against the back of my hand
As you walk past
Makes me want to pull you close…
The tightening of your arms
Around my waist
Elicits a little sigh
Of contentment…
The pressure of your lips
Against mine
Makes me want to lean in
Closer against you…
Every moment with you
Sparks emotions
Within me…
Fear that you will change
Apprehension when you are upset…
Sadness when you leave me alone…
But most of all…
Regret…
Regret that you
Hold the key
To the door
In the walls
That I have built
So high…
It’s too late
To ask for them back…
~S~
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