• What makes it all the sweeter
    The knowing the kiss is not real
    softly reaching out to cool transparent skin
    running my fingers through his thick untouchable hair
    he reaches behind my neck, a pulling force bidding me towards nothing
    The impossible touch of lips, soft almost real
    pressing harder into air, noses pressed
    the soft brush of cheeks, leaving me longing
    mouths exchanging humble empty secrets
    empty secrets which will remain untouched and unsung
    unearthed when you believe in fairy tales

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