Detached excitement

by John Björling
 

Are you coming in, you ask me then
As you amble in restlessness
Shuddering at my sight
And tasting my scent
As you shut out the beams
Of the midnight light

Please don’t stare, you whisper then
As you undress in awkwardness
Shivering in the cold
And tripping on the floor
As you come to my side
With a smile so bold

Come, lay still, you tell me then
As hands and looks caress
Holding my hand still
And kissing my neck
As you tell me you love me
While I never will

 


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