Longing…

My fingers trace the curve of your lips,
With eyes too shy to linger

If only I dared to lean in closer,
To taste the longing in your mouth

Breath by breath, I etch closer to you,
Pulse stirs, pricking through my skin

Whispers of doubt creep into my mind as I try to hold myself together,
Caught between what is and what could be

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