She laughed

Dont cha push my humps mashup

Was it the red
In her shirt
That hid under
The white
Over

Or the lips
That drew
In a permanent smile
Laden
With a dew
Longing
To be tasted
Consumed
Drawn from
With only
A brush
A touch
From the building
Desire
Of my lips

She leaned
She laughed
She pierced
How much
She
Could never know
How her eyes pierced
Though
My mask
Longing
Waiting
only for connection
Never knowing
how I longed
To taste
The heated friction
Separated
By the vast chasm
Of the most minute degree

Waiting
Burning
Smoldering
For completion
To a fire
That had smoldered
For so long

So long

Waiting
To erupt
Into
An inferno
primal

The rising
Touch
Matching
The perfect balance
Of a balet
Unbroken
For the moment
Where souls
Fuse
Into one
For a moment
However fleeting

The moment would remain
And the moment
Would last
An eternnity