asklepiades (asklepiades) wrote,

something i saw in a movie last night

i watched your lips twitch slighty,
your eyelids, closed, tighten, loll.
it's desperation,
the deepest need for
his affections.

dancing delicate, and so deliberate,
hands brush hair away from nape and neck,
air inhaled.

a flutter, and a steep resistance giving way
yielding into his idea
the idea of him, of who he is,
of who you are in him and he in you.

deep necessity,
assurance and uncertainty and
you are reaching back now,
turning to him,
giving up your reservations for what you strongly feel.

lips meet, faces crush, pressed.
fingers grasping at the bottom of his shirt,
pursuing passion with a vulnerable smile.

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