Halfway Decent Sinners
Awkward silence.
Eyes locked,
Skin burning.
You’re too close to me
I can’t breathe like this.
Hands grasp for purchase,
Your lips are warm
Against mine.
Here in the darkness,
We’re halfway decent sinners.
Almost too far
Wrapped in your arms,
We’re closer than ever.
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