Saturday, September 16, 2006

Secret


Closer, still closer to your skin,
Only inches separating
A crystal moment we're in
Alas, we can do nothing

Holding back; its not the time
Leaving but a trace of a clue
As my pulse higher it climbs
It's hard keeping my hands off you

A moment shared in connection
A prelude of things to come
My mind and body in tension
To all else my senses numb

Daring to speak with my fingers
Cryptic meaning, but to you is known
Like the scent of perfume, it lingers
Now aching more to be alone

Electric tingling within me
Your softness felt, just a while
No one senses the energy
The sole hint is your smile

Closer, still closer to your skin,
Only inches separating
A crystal moment we are in
Alas, we can do nothing

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

its pretty good, sounds too mature for ur age though, soo they wont publish unless u pretend to be 18 or wht not. Maybe u should try music lyrics, they work with these type of topics.........

rgrds L. Rkn

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