With my eyes closed I feel the hands on my back,
fingers trailing circles and making me shiver.
I can smell the aftershave on the shirt,
it makes me feel calm, it's such a familiar smell.
I feel the breath on my neck and the lips on my cheek
telling me we are seconds away from that kiss.
With my eyes closed I see nothing, only sense.
I want to look into your face,
to smile and see you smile back.
But when I open my eyes,
I remember why I had closed them.
Not from pleasure, but from pain.
The blue eyes I look into are too pale,
beautiful in their own way but they are not yours.
The hands, the lips, the smell are all too similar,
but the eyes let me know.
It's not you I am kissing.
And once more I close my eyes.
Not in pleasure, but in pain.
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