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you have me
up against a wall
heart racing
pleading for more
with

lips
slightly
parted.

your fingers whisper
softly across my skin,
relishing each imprefection
until all in turn felt perfect,
bringing forth a wet river
of heavy breathing and a 
racing heart, which
in the interludes, hesitatingly
(and yet without hesitation)
opened itself to you
as never before.

my heart, which so often 
gave the perception of open-
ness, knows it has been shielded,
alone. it builds a window, but
your fingers, experienced in 
these things
do not want what's inside.
my heart wants recognition
of the window, because people
actually had to die
in its construction.
"look at me" it cries
(silently) and with pride, but
your fingers do not hear.

they are preoccupied 
with finding the answer to life, and
my heart could only 
answer for itself.

i've fallen for you
for your ten perfect fingers
and two little breasts
for the fire you have, inside your mind
for your perfect body and livid personality
for the way your smile brightens up the room
even for your sarcasm, which i never know how to take
for the way you listen, and try to understand
even for the things you'll never understand
for letting me be what i've never been
for following your heart as well as your dreams
for everything you are and 
everything you want to be
for your laughter, your tears, your innocence, you beauty
i'm not sure how to show that i've fallen for you
but i'm falling for you just the same