I descend into your skin trying to pretend to know what I’m talking about. The power in the tower penetrating you is the feeling of being alive.
I race through my mind for the times when I was next to you. I’m aware of the days and nights spent alone.
I feel your skin next to my skin. I pretend to be sure of myself. I’m inside of you but when will you let me into your life? We flip and you fill me with a joy unknown until now.
What have we but love lost to inaction?
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