If I reached across
the void between us -
age, position, convention -
to enfold you
in my arms,
would you open
to my embrace
like a rosebud
to spring rain?
Would you unfold
your self,
draw me
into your warmth
and hold me there
until you tremble?
Would we melt
into each other's body
until nothing remains
but a salty pool
of sated passion?
I don't know.
Only your lips
can answer these questions.
Whisper, now...
- mce
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