It's in the flicker of the eyes,
the flash of a smile,
the last lingering word where nothing is said.
I speak only for the purpose of capturing your attention,
yet I know the battle is won.
My heart may not beat for you,
but my body does not rest.
A brush of the hand or the echo of your voice
- this suffices.
Yet it is her you return to.
Her who holds you.
But can love co-exist where lust wanders?
If lord forgives us for our sins, then allow me this,
for the bite of the Apple may be just too sweet.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
It's in the flicker of the eyes,
the flash of a smile,
the last lingering word where nothing is said.
I speak only for the purpose of capturing your attention,
yet I know the battle is won.
My heart may not beat for you,
but my body does not rest.
A brush of the hand or the echo of your voice
- this suffices.
Yet it is her you return to.
Her who holds you.
But can love co-exist where lust wanders?
If lord forgives us for our sins, then allow me this,
for the bite of the Apple may be just too sweet.