In The Absence Of Fear

In the Absence of Fear, what’s left?

What would I do?

I get closer.

I cuddle her standing up,

fitting my body into hers, and hers into mine.

Vulnerable and desirous,

I let go, and let her choose.

“Maybe she’ll turn away. Maybe she’ll turn me down.”

I still love her, still want her.

I will want her every time I see her.

I press until she opens, Surrenders.

Warmth seeking warmth.


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