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At the top of apple trees,
Stretch to kiss the last of the light.
A full moon ascends,
Casts out femine hands,
As she smilingly heralds the night.
He pulls me toward him,
Like the moon and the tide,
I move close and he holds me tight.
I feel him flow under my hands,
Heat emanates out,
My desires flames ignite.
He kisses my cheek,
Gentle friendly ease,
Another pang from love no requite.
Dammit! If I just turned an inch,
And kissed his lips,
Would he think me impolite?
Or would he suddenly realise,
I hold true loves kiss,
And let his hidden passion take flight?
What does all of this matter,
If only one of us knows,
And I will never take the first bite?
Just let it fall.