The look on your face in the moment when it’s so right, the way it feels when it could be all night.
The moments of watching and waiting between, the need to touch you, lost in the feeling.
The want to just make it, one more step, being at your hands, caught in your grip.
Biting your chin and nails down your back.
Awake and watching, feeling your warmth, the look on your face, the small of your back.
Hands on hips, push and pull.
In the morning, I wished you’d turn up,
Of course it’s over. It always is. Sacrifices for you, silence for me.
Elucidating Questions 
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