• Our actions are
    The words we don't want to say,
    The tenderness, the emotion,
    The short-lived hatred of it all,
    But we worry about that later;
    right now we are taken,
    Engulfed in the now,
    Wondering why we held off for so long
    The embrace we knew as inevitable.

    Hate me not for passion,
    As i do not you for yours,
    We are beings of folly,
    Guided by or feelings,
    Guided by your hands down your sides...
    Moment's baited breath,
    Gives u little cause for concern.
    But you shudder as we continue,
    Hoping that this joy lasts forever.