The Resist
A silence in time
a moment of moments
With the chitter and chatter
slowing to a hush
my heart raced louder
my mind a rush
The touch of his fingers
fitting in mine
the warmth of his body
is all I could find
Building and building
furthered and progressed
though we yielding from kissing
avoiding a mess
Yet his arms again did find me
they gently painted my skin
while his face touched mine
a sweet and soft moment
is one I will define
For then his lips did touch me
they brushed upon my own
but with resist,
they did not kiss
again, for now
left alone
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