To the Brim


 

Filled to the brim

Almost overflowing

Whenever I think of you

 

The touch of your flesh against my cheeks

Makes me feel like I can touch the moon

 

The kisses that you gift me with

I willfully accept them

And I can only close my eyes

 

Filled with anticipation

Each time you are near by

 

Paralyzed by your touch

Anticipation builds

As you enter the room

 

Staring at each other

Yet no one seems to move

 

Filled to the brim

Almost overflowing

But that may happen soon 

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