Beginnings of a new love

In the stairwell, hidden from the world,

are the beginnings of a new love.

every single move is guarded,

every gesture confused, vulnerable,

the slightest touch, an electric rush,

carress of hair, an erotic strangeness,

parts of this illegitimate whole, their fingers,

their shoulders, their quivering lower lips,

combined in a taboo assault,

a welcome invasion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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