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The look in your eyes Sets a soft, mellow Musical pace that Our hands follow And rhythmically They waltz, My fingers partnering With yours, I shiver when Your eager fingers Turn adventurous, They settle and linger Over my lips that Reflexly part, My heightened breaths Mirror my heart's Frantic desirous Almost climactic state, Our fever grows delirious, It won't now abate, Until and unless We satiate And soothe it, With fire, passionate. I'd rehearsed this moment You probably had too, But as you lean closer, Everything's impromptu, You're nearer than You've ever been, Overwhelmed I stare at Your intoxicating sheen, We grow bolder and The moment draws nigh, But just when we're about to Reach that amorous high, I suddenly withdraw! The silence enquires. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But I don't know why! 'I've ruined it, Like I've always done, Our beautiful instant, Our moment has gone!' I rue to myself, When you take me aback, And with renewed vigor Breathe on my neck, Then, as your gentle kisses, To my lips, slowly progress, I note, when it's Love, The moment never passes.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
The Moment
The look in your eyes Sets a soft, mellow Musical pace that Our hands follow And rhythmically They waltz, My fingers partnering With yours, I shiver when Your eager fingers Turn adventurous, They settle and linger Over my lips that Reflexly part, My heightened breaths Mirror my heart's Frantic desirous Almost climactic state, Our fever grows delirious, It won't now abate, Until and unless We satiate And soothe it, With fire, passionate. I'd rehearsed this moment You probably had too, But as you lean closer, Everything's impromptu, You're nearer than You've ever been, Overwhelmed I stare at Your intoxicating sheen, We grow bolder and The moment draws nigh, But just when we're about to Reach that amorous high, I suddenly withdraw! The silence enquires. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But I don't know why! 'I've ruined it, Like I've always done, Our beautiful instant, Our moment has gone!' I rue to myself, When you take me aback, And with renewed vigor Breathe on my neck, Then, as your gentle kisses, To my lips, slowly progress, I note, when it's Love, The moment never passes.
ghazal-tansir
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ghazal-tansir
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
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