His gaze is bewitching, how he stares with no shame as if he means to peer into my soul.
His breath is steady but I know not what he thinks.
How is it so easy for him but so scary for me.
He looks as if I'm made of stars and he has never before seen a clear night sky, is that how people see me?
I neither know nor care, all that matters is that in this moment I am his to hold.
I exhale and feel my shoulders tremble.
I can hardly believe I'm here, so many years apart.
He traces my skin as if it's burning and he's afraid of the flame; not a touch too much, just enough to have me begging for more.
His breath is steady but I know not what he thinks.
How is it so easy for him but so scary for me.
He looks as if I'm made of stars and he has never before seen a clear night sky, is that how people see me?
I neither know nor care, all that matters is that in this moment I am his to hold.
I exhale and feel my shoulders tremble.
I can hardly believe I'm here, so many years apart.
He traces my skin as if it's burning and he's afraid of the flame; not a touch too much, just enough to have me begging for more.
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