Skipping stones across the pond of their memories
He's silently standing locked in her gaze
Confused, buried, and lost in its maze
Reawakening passion he carefully stays
All in a brief moment
The hand of his lament
Brushes hair from her face
Betrayed by his eyes, masked desire slips
And like an alarm he unknowingly trips
That switch in her mind solemnly flips
The clamp in her core tightens its grip
Sound carried by breath passes her lips
"No"
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