Weak Spots I
A soft hand squeeze in the dark,
A confession of magnetism,
The strange gaze beyond the majorities’ fleeting sight,
The evanescence of moonbeam in an observant eye
Arms that enclose around what shrinks,
Helping the slight grow in its warmth
A quiet mouth resting on a throbbing head,
With ears ready to listen and understand
Tearful submission,
Greeted by acceptance and love
Masculine guidance,
With sincerity and purpose from above
A quick bite of the lip,
Dragging against the nerve of desire,
The slow blink before a perfect smile,
A dream pronounced with passion
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