your hands gently caressed my body.
I pull away,
fighting against my inner longing and desire.
You do not want the same,
as I do with thee.
You want to kiss,
hidden under an old mysterious tree.
I want to hold you, kiss you, love you,
I do not know what to do.
Could I bear to part my lips from yours...
to tell you how I want us to be?
Or should I stay as we are,
under our old mysterious tree.!?
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