In the dark,
nobody could know that our hands were tightly clasped,
nobody could hear me as I asked you to move a little closer,
the storm of my lover’s skin colliding with my own made my heart weep,
wild women,
tamed by the suggestive smoulder of the cinema screen.
The sweetness of surrender was a blessing to my spirit,
pulsing through my painted lips as they longed for your own.
My heart lived right next to yours, yearning and burning as the sun set and rose,
but in those moments,
making eyes at the movies,
all I craved was to be close to you.
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