Thursday, July 15, 2010

Tryst.

Too many words, wasted with you
They never seem to fit right anyway

Perpetual hope
Unending fear
Both settle in my stomach
Your hand grazes mine

Don't let go
I need this
I need you
Convenience is never a factor

My body quakes
I can feel your breath
So warm and moist
Don't let go

Your body presses mine
We share the same sweat
The heat of the wall on my back
The fear has recoiled itself

Don't let go
I need this
I need you
Convenience is never a factor

I gather the nerve
My lips touch yours
You take in mine
Don't let go

Don't forget
Same time, same place
Same smile, waiting on my face
It's all for you

Don't let go
I need this
I need you
Convenience is never a factor

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