As the heart thuds and the yearning grows.
The need and the want to be near and to see something real. To feel touch and hear sound that isn’t artificial or recorded.
Wanting to hold hands and pet hair and stroke cheeks and kiss lips.
Hear a laugh or words. Laugh myself and say words not practised or canned.
The automatic responses of every day life, the want to be real. The want to be near.
The urge to cut through it all and insist.
Pull you in and hold you close until there is no maybe or no or left or right or up or down or male or female or gay or straight.
There’s only two people, existing happily.
If only it could be so easy. If only life was so easy. If only you could bend the rules. If only there were no rules.
If only love could conquer anything, if only it could overcome anything, if only you loved me.
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