Risk
We touch our fingers together despite the heated caution,
A warning it's forbidden but still some lines are crossed,
The hopeless want to feel this, the painful ache of needing,
If only for one moment, this emptiness be filled,
With webs of mass desire to wrap our bodies in,
While muffling the sounds that two as one can make,
To satisfy this hunger that screams within our loins,
The moisture of our skin thats mingling between us,
The rhythm of this beating shared within our chests,
The hopeless want to feel this, the painful ache of needing,
If only for one moment this emptiness be filled,
A warning it's forbidden but still some lines are crossed.
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