Infatuation
You come into my space.
I don’t back away.
I sink into you,
without you knowing.
We both linger on,
searching something to say.
Cheeks heated.
Faces glowing…
As……
time………
starts…………
slowing………………
Copyright © M. Esposito-Linden | Year Posted 2019
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