Stage one amazement and infatuation is over; overtaken, by reality and its inability to follow the right path and climb its way over the tremendous mountains of the doubts in my mind only to continue down rafting in the river that leads to complete surrender, where the water floods rushing and seeks its way through the channels of my eyes and sips out in the shape of one single tear slowly dancing down my cheek.
You follow the shape of my lips with the tip of your tongue until you reach the corner of my mouth where the tear has settled with the excuse of licking it away along with everything it stands for, so I kiss you in despair and you kiss my breath away.
War is declared between us, in my army the explosive eagerness to unravel and ravish the hidden happiness that might await us, in yours a cold mind and immense fear of being consumed by passion and left outside the safe garden of the protective limits of self control.
I wait. As is all that lies in my power to do.
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