I’m waiting for your opening
to warmly match with mine.
You know I know you’re willing
but then your bluffing is divine.

Suspense is seeping from my pores.
It makes the mist through which I see
in which your supernatural presence
never ceases ******* me.

When we throw pretence out the window
with our self-control and shame,
I’ll feel joy
but also sad that things will never be the same