I grin like an idiot because your smile makes me melt
you are buffer in person, rah I’m actually nervous
My eye contact is unnerving but you are the only thing I want to look at
are you looking away because I’m boring you or creeping you out
You make a joke and as I laugh I touch your shoulder
i’d been waiting to do that and you don’t seem to mind
I let my guard down and talk to you openly hoping you see the real me
praying that you like what you see
I mention my love of touch, imploring you to mention if I make you uncomfortable
i want to feel you, you to feel my warmth, appreciation and longing for you
Consent received I start to be more deliberate caressing your brown skin
you feel as good as you look, i’m struggling to focus
The way you talk, for the first time I feel seen. I’m naked but my clothes are on
how can you read my mind already
It feels like its just us and I get lost in you
you taste sweeter than honey and leave me hungrier with every bite
You drain me but I never feel empty
your body is immaculate, if you could only see it through my eyes
I just want to spend time with you, talking is optional
am I catching feelings?
Maybe it shouldn’t be, things are left unsaid but instead I hope you can hear by touch
she knows I like her, like this is obvious at this point right?
I am naked but do you see me, do you hear me?
maybe I should tell her I like her but what if she doesn’t like me …
You like my touch, of that I am sure so I redouble my efforts
if she likes my touch maybe she will also grow to like me
But one day that too turns you cold
what did I do, what happened
Panicked I blurt out all the things left unsaid in a flurry without coherence
this was a mistake
I can see you don’t believe me, the words come off empty, you have heard them before
but you saw me, you felt me, why can’t you hear me
How I wish you weren’t an alchemist, transforming the Ag I speak into hot gas
why didn’t you tell me what happened
You didn’t believe me when I said I liked you and worse you won’t believe me now
i couldn’t believe you liked me and now you having liked me is the worst
The cycle repeats
Peace and Love,
Aharoun the Author
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Aharoun the author 