The chase.
As your hearts race.
She looks you dead in your face.
Her smile lights up the place.
Time has come for your fears to be displaced.
Will she welcome your charm with an embrace.
Or will disenchantment feel like a slap in the face.
Lonely souls quelled in self remorse to remain encased.
Or love in the making above and beyond outer space.
Or will fears flair to forgo only to haste.
Aroused in each others realm damn shame to let go to ecstasy's waist.
Luscious lips .upon my lips I can almost taste.
As fears and regret quickly are replaced.
Conversation and confidence as two souls subtly are interlaced.
Take my hand for this last dance so we may climax into passions grace.
©halfpint
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