The fingers creeping up her back
Shivers shoot up and down her limbs
The fine down she hopes he cannot see
Stands up to be counted, because it's him.
Hands held, hurriedly abandoned
We don't want to get in trouble, do we?
But the distance eats into the joy
Being with him needs confirmation.
She needs to know that it's still real
She needs to know he's not another daydream
She needs to feel him near her
He's her shield, he's her drug.
Kisses snatched in the dust
It's been too long, too damn long
Passionate, paranoid, hidden
Catchphrases of their relationship.
His hands under cover, hers caressing
Breath quickening, legs getting weaker
His lips at her neck, shivers running through both
Her hands now seeking cover.
Footsteps sounding on the wood
Push them apart in a hurry
The cold rushing in to remind her
Of his recent nearness
The coldness, shivers that she hates
With a passion she reserves only for this
Those painful reminders of want
When he's not around.
The ache in places she shouldn't have discovered yet
The remembrance of him
Near, in, around, so warm and real
The sweat, the breath, the insane tickle
All a part of the experience
She can't believe how lucky she is.
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