We really should not,
cannot
not a good idea for either of us
but you are standing there
with a heart full of hope,
so close I can feel your breath
and that precious tattoo
that beats a soft cadence
in passionate feet.
I agree,
and we both know a kiss
will lead to unleashing
but what harm is there
in an embrace
honestly offered for sheer comfort sake?
And we can pretend all we like
that lips are so damned close
that the next word from either
will bring lip to lip
and heart to heart,
and hip to hip.
Eye to eye is so damned painful
when you know the look
will carry you one step closer,
and both have sworn
that this is such a bad idea,
and yet
your mouth moves against me
and mine against yours
and I never meant to be
what you needed,
and you never intended to look at me
like a lover.
And now that we have trodden
the road of good intentions,
now that we have carefully set
boundries and borders
and places of no return,
why am I still trembling,
and why can I think of nothing
but how sweet and good I feel
securely held in your arms,
and why is the longest moment
the one it takes for you to decide
that you already stumbled into my heart,
and nothing that comes after
can truly be counted against you?
cannot
not a good idea for either of us
but you are standing there
with a heart full of hope,
so close I can feel your breath
and that precious tattoo
that beats a soft cadence
in passionate feet.
I agree,
and we both know a kiss
will lead to unleashing
but what harm is there
in an embrace
honestly offered for sheer comfort sake?
And we can pretend all we like
that lips are so damned close
that the next word from either
will bring lip to lip
and heart to heart,
and hip to hip.
Eye to eye is so damned painful
when you know the look
will carry you one step closer,
and both have sworn
that this is such a bad idea,
and yet
your mouth moves against me
and mine against yours
and I never meant to be
what you needed,
and you never intended to look at me
like a lover.
And now that we have trodden
the road of good intentions,
now that we have carefully set
boundries and borders
and places of no return,
why am I still trembling,
and why can I think of nothing
but how sweet and good I feel
securely held in your arms,
and why is the longest moment
the one it takes for you to decide
that you already stumbled into my heart,
and nothing that comes after
can truly be counted against you?


