
Some moments
I desire
to kiss you
as you press me
against the wall
pinning me there
yet both
remain
reserved
in our chairs
the fervor of
beating hearts remain
joyous in
Godly refrain
even still
each pulsation
causes
deeper strain
I may not say much
I hope you can't tell
and yet
I fear
my silence speaks
very well.
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