My hand searches for yours
under the table
in this semi-crowded place.
Our friends chat amongst themselves,
their words like white noise,
but they glance at me and you,
expecting you to make a move.
No one sees what we are doing,
but they know.
They know.
They grin and give you a thumbs-up.
I sigh,
half out of raging embarrassment,
half out of content.
My hand has found yours,
but now my lips want to do the same.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
My hand searches for yours
under the table
in this semi-crowded place.
Our friends chat amongst themselves,
their words like white noise,
but they glance at me and you,
expecting you to make a move.
No one sees what we are doing,
but they know.
They know.
They grin and give you a thumbs-up.
I sigh,
half out of raging embarrassment,
half out of content.
My hand has found yours,
but now my lips want to do the same.
all of these emotions and feelings are making it hard for me to write so i had to write this as an outlet because love has overpowered my writing gland
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