Stephanie van Oudtshoorn
Suspense - Poem by Stephanie van Oudtshoorn
You stand at the house's threshold
Considering the weather outside.
Your face inches from theirs
Staring into their eyes.
You step forward and wind ruffles your hair
Mist covers your exposed flesh.
Your lover brushes hair out of your eyes
They trail kisses up your neck.
You feel the wind in your ears
Your mouth open to sigh you taste rain.
Their face next to yours their breath in your ear
Suddenly their lips brush accross yours
And your breath is lost.
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