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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Sep 19 Comment on this Work [[2010.09.19.14.21.24249]] |
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Sitting beside you is a torturous bliss. I don't know what else to do but stare at my hands. They're shaking so nervously... Can you see? They are open and waiting for you. My fingers long for your strength, And the feel of the dents and curves and lines that grace your skin. They're waiting for that touch, that one step closer to knowing you. Perhaps your hands will reach past and grab my heart instead. If the color of your eyes, and your smile, and the smell of you doesn't get me, Then my hands will be my demise-- Open and waiting for you. I'm shaking so nervously. Can't you see? |