The Tryst Poem by Lynn Grassette
The Tryst
Trembling, in the center of silence.
Your hands quiver as they meet mine,
and as they touch, the longing for skin on skin,
is so satisfying, and enrages in me the deepest feeling of need for you,
completely.
What seemed so accidental, turns into a craving so primal,
that without thought; without fear of regret, I take you as you are.
I take you as something I'll never forget.
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