Yearning - Poem by Cassandra Boyd
What was that, that look I saw in your eyes as I turned to leave.
I couldn’t just walk away without one last look at you.
My heart skips, my knees are weak.
Your eyes speak volumes to me but your lips were silent.
They burned of want and yearning and emotions untold.
Should I turn back, could I unlock all they held with a kiss on your lips.
A light touch would tell me a little but could I stop there.
Should I probe deeper, knowing I would loose myself in you.
Can I unseal your longings and desires with just one kiss, or a
sensual touch. I long to try, I yearn to know the secrets your
eyes hold, that lips will tell.
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