He
let her not know that he loved her.
She
let him not grasp that she liked him.
Lest
she should veto, he locked his longings.
Lest
he should decline, she veiled her lust.
How
to break the ice was his concern.
How to
know his pulse was her anguish
Both
were desperate to know each other
And
to find subtle ways to let it out.
He
told her he had nurtured a gnawing wish.
What
it was, she asked of him, being tense.
‘To
know what stands between you and me:
A
wall or a bridge;’ She said it a bridge.
In
their next meeting, her eyes showed blushes
And
his, confidence. He dared to reach her.
His
love and her love on pollination
Gave
them a kind of orgasmic pleasure.
27.10.2013
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