He moves stealthily, silently,
A Marine in the making.
He sneaks upon me,
Speaking in my ear but it is
Nothing I hear,
Too thrilled am I: he is near.
A brief touch,
One glance,
And I lose the carefully constructed reasoning
I pride myself for.
He moves quickly away,
Smiling devilishly back at me, and I move always
Irresistably drawn to him,
Carrying an old torch reignited for
My friend and wished-for lover.
My feet hit the tile, I stumble,
He catches me
And for a moment, nothing else matters;
Not the other girl,
Nor the worlds we are apart,
Nothing except the cool blue of his eyes.
Helping me to my feet,
He draws one hand down my arm,
And the chase resumes.
Hmmmish......
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r u in love? lol what have u been up to?
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