Touch me again and let everyone
Watch.
They are all only strangers.
Muted and fading into the background of
This.
This incredible love story that hasn’t been
Written.
We’re a painting, frozen in longing, your hand on my back, mine on your thigh, both of us full of breath but unable to
Breathe out.
Against my skin.
Move your hand around my waist and pull me nearer.
Let there be another touch, and another, and another.
Let there be a spectacle of love and lust and adoration and let them all
Watch.