We try to sit next to one another
hands kept to ourselves, my laptop warming
my pant legs. But as we play, you poke
and tickle knowing my weakness.
I have no power of objection
as your lips graze my neck, teeth
nipping. The laptop is quickly forgotten,
thrown aside like a 5-year-old
and a week old Christmas present.
I submit to your dominance.
But as we play, you say, We have tried this before.
Why should it matter? When you are near,
my blood boils and I know yours does too.
Our lips meet, your hands resting on my chest,
fireworks and sparks. Maybe we cannot see
each other as often as we'd like, but...
Isn't love worth it?
For denying my feelings is more painful
than trudging through a long distance relationship,
exchanging little visit, tiny trinkets, and Skype dates.
Hug me again, envelope me in your arms and keep me safe.
Let love be.
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