Thursday, 22 June 2017

He hesitates.

Blue eyes gaze at me, 
Trembling hands, hesitate.
I want to touch you, he whispers.
I want you, I reply simply. 
His blue eyes flare, 
curled fingers spread open, 
suddenly steady, 
so steady. 
They curl around my nape, 
pull me closer, 
a breath away.
I want you, I repeat, 
and then there was hesitance, 
no more. 

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