Shadows on the wall.
Yours looks so tall.
No light shines between us.
The space there,
too small.
I run my hands against your
softly hard skin.
Night has come.
The day is done.
In the gloom we stand
as night says
goodbye to the sun.
Our shadows caress
in the moonshine.
The silence thunders
in my ears.
In the dark
I see in
your eyes
desire appear.
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On my toes I go.
No rush.
Moving slow.
At your touch
I start to glow.
A victim, am I, of
Cupid's arrow and bow.
Your head you dip
to my lips.
More than just desire in
your kiss.
Before you I used to
weep.
Before your kiss
upon my cheek
awakened me from
a long lonely sleep.
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