Shall we allow feelings to be
without over being over thought
over played in every possibility
just emotion running free
in an embrace of truth
love or desire, a life or a night
who is to say what shall be
but the discovery of chance
the realisation of the unknown
a kiss, bodies pressed together
a conversation continued
into the early hours, anything can be
and anything can become
something magical, almost perfect
the greatest fear of all
is in taking the first step
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