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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