Intimacy

Your Fingers
On my nose tip
And lips
Examining the chubbiness of my soft cheeks
Your eye-lash brushing my face

Your breath mixed with mine
like we are breathing from
the same lungs
your heart beating in my heart
and me engulfed in your embrace

My eyes beg you
Not to leave me
But already I am pushing you
Away
As you pull me closer
And touch your lips with mine

A smile enters my heart
through the pit of my stomach
And a thousand butterflies dance
in the rhythm of our body

My fingers held in the grips of
your hand
seems to say, You are held captive
in the den of my heart..
Forever!

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