Filled to the brim
Almost overflowing
Whenever I think of you
The touch of your flesh against my cheeks
Makes me feel like I can touch the moon
The kisses that you gift me with
I willfully accept them
And I can only close my eyes
Filled with anticipation
Each time you are near by
Paralyzed by your touch
Anticipation builds
As you enter the room
Staring at each other
Yet no one seems to move
Filled to the brim
Almost overflowing
But that may happen soon
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