Your kiss on my lips,
Your hand in my own,
When our eyes meet my stomach flips,
More than I have ever shown,
Dancing toward your destination,
But upon your sight my heart does break,
And all feelings that grew with manifestation,
For I see what a love you truly make,
Quickly my fragile skin flushes,
Your breath is fleeting,
As your close skin brushes,
Until soon our eyes are meeting,
Breathlessly I close my mind,
From the scene I wish was lies,
Within moments my legs I find,
And I run while your protest dies.
About the Creator
Hazel Steele
Hello, my name is Hazel Steele. I primarily write fictional stories and poems. If requested, I will write works of non-fiction, as I enjoy research and studying.
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-H.L. Steele
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