Perhaps this would all be a little more clear if you were listening
the swell of the wind rushes away the clarity of this moment
and all i can see are your eyes
a cloud of dust over your face and you're gone
if you reached a little further you could touch me
we could hold on to this without touching
connecting in the absence of caution
just it, the simplicity of admission
i crave the way your mouth felt on mine before
the way you grabbed me like you meant it
your hands wandering because they could
exploring me
like it was going to be the only time
but we can't have this with that
there's too much at stake here
so we just fumble through
maybe
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