Distance.
He makes her sway, that is to say—
her smile never seems to fade away.
They are ideal in the way they interact,
perfect for each other is the fact; they’ve
kept something so risky intact. So beautifully
they express love that seems to come with no stress—
no mess; but, sometimes she must confess she wishes
that emotions weren’t so built up inside, so hell bent
and ready to hide away because she’s scared he’d be snide.
She wishes to slide fingers down a neck, so tense
and cause Goosebumps so intense and to you this—
might not make sense, but to her this is the only dream.
To touch skin to skin, this would be the ultimate win,
but that’s not to say she wants to indulge in sin. Her
mind is on intertwining legs with legs and arms with arms—
in the most innocent of manners. To you this may seem silly,
to allow bodies to touch so willy nilly, but who are we to judge really?
Her intentions are pure, and she is uncharacteristically sure
that she might let his fingers lure her, but not too far way—
because who’s to say all love must be expressed in a day. You
see, she believes in time and moving silently slow like a mime, but
these are only silly wishes for now, but still she will allow them to
be her thoughts until they can be together somehow. So, for this
moment, she will enjoy her love heaven sent and try her best
not to resent fate for placing her mate is a such a far away state.
The League Of Exraordinary Mormons
My life is irrelevant to my religion.
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