With every step, my heart pounds a little faster.
Hoping that what’s to come doesn’t end in disaster.
My soul yearns for even a small taste of what you can offer.
And hoping that the love we share doesn’t stop here.
Gracefully, you take my hand in yours and pull me closer.
Those small caresses to exposed skin only make me want more.
And even in all this desire I still find myself hesitating.
Hoping that the connecting of our souls isn’t a mistake.
Image: Lalesh Aldarwish
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