I slip up behind you,
Tender arms embrace,
The comforting warmth,
And touch of hair misplaced,
The finger that draws,
Arcing around my face,
A longing to connect,
To become just one place,
And chase away fears,
For mistakes to erase,
Pursuing in parallel,
As we go back to base,
What was that glimmer,
That passed on your face?
What was that thought,
That left such a trace?
Lips part to say the words,
But I twirl off with grace,
Smiling, smokey-eyed,
And longing for the chase.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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