The secrecy
the whispers
‘I spoke of this..’
The longing of lips
and hands
‘So close, yet so far’
Thrill and frustration
for every little moment.
Can you feel it?

This jolt, this shiver,
the slipping of the masks
we choose to wear;
as laces come undone,
we lose our cover.

A stolen kiss
silently cries out,
as we re-enter
the world.