Secrets Across the Table
Onset like a tidal wave rushing toward the shore yet. Resisting the crash while. Gasping for air between unchoreographed mouths and. Arms around, through, around reaching again to. Sway toward each other together one final time and collapse with our weights balanced equally until. Mindfully disengaging in silence for respect of the shared moment.
I sure hope your girlfriend doesn’t find out.
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