I'm holding you tight,
your body close to mine,
exchanging caresses,
our skin in warm contact.

There is tension between us.
This is new and unusual.
It feels so wrong,
being here so close to you.

So wrong yet so right,
the weakness and desires.
Vulnerable to your every move,
waiting for your body to agree with mine.

I reach across to feel you,
to touch my skin to yours.
But I only feel the emptiness,
of the space I wish you had laid.

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