©1999 by Mothsdance
"My heart was racing I had to slow my pace.
I had to look away. Stop before it could start.
I think you saw.
You asked "what?", I said "what?"
Why do we do this when we both know exactly "what".
The need, the want, a desire I only know for you.
The "what" that goes unspoken, the "what" that goes untouched
That neither acts upon."
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