Feeling in my fingers unmistakable upon missed opportunity.
Seconds wasted if not spent in locked optics.
Alive again when palms touch.
Interlocking digits breathe life into a once empty soul.
The mere echo of your presence brings a peace
thought not to be found again.
My Cheshire cat.
Through trials to stave off for so long.
But the game was played all too well.
Feelings like the tide,
A warm rush all over then left with a lingering coldness when away.
Concealed passion coded in every expression.
Hidden moments shared just beyond listening eyes.
Soft warmth caressing under cold light.
Encouraged by sweet nothings,
Innate yearnings stifled so long,
Restraint grows weaker with each encounter.
Reasoning attempts to triumph,
But efforts are fruitless
As they fall on disarmed senses
And feelings numb to repercussions.
Daydreams becoming reality.
Reality becoming an act.
The act becomes the being.
Though the being finds it becomes itself,
In truest form and fashion,
With every kiss.