Love Strike
Upon shy reach,
His fingers touch mine—
Quickly though, they move away from me…
I bite his lips,
Crushing his coiling coy
And snatch his hands back onto me
I am a cobra…
I dance to the beat of his anxious worship
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
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