Her porcelain skin
Painted with goosebumps-
Rising to meet my fingertips, as I-
Her mountains and valleys,
The curves of her figure
A familiar road-
Coming home.
Inhale her very essence
High on the feeling of
Her soft breath on my lips-
So close.
So close.
The ghost of her whisper
Against my cheek-
Gentle lips linger,
Sweet on mine.
I am undone.
She pulls away- a centimetre,
An ocean away.
Her eyes meet mine-
The spark in the darkness-
I am set alight.

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This poem is a poetic expression of my exploration into my bisexuality.