Behind closed doors


Should i be feeling this?

Should i be holding your hand?

I can't concentrate,

Images and thoughts are running the relay.

Feel your fingers slide down my wrist,

across the scars only i see,

my mind races,

my body takes over.

Acutely aware of you beside me,

Grab the alcohol, feel it caress my throat,

I close my eyes,

Feel your breath on my skin.

Your lips are inches from mine,

feel the warmth of your body,

my heart races,

we kiss.

Passion infiltrates,

we are overcome,

everything else fades,

only we are left.

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