What kind of lover would you be? Would you take us to a sacred place on the edge of where the world dissolves and we begin? Would you take my hand and interlace your fingers between mine, knowing that if this was all you could have of me, you would make this feeling last through lifetimes?
Would you lift your hands up and gently cradle my face while you softly wiped away the tears from my flushed cheeks? Would you tilt my mouth up to meet your lips and brush them gently like a feather across mine?
Would you run your tongue along my bottom lip, tasting the nectar of this almost kiss? Would you trace the back of your fingers down the curve of my neck, your fingertips dancing slowly along with my collarbone to the rhythm of our hammering
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