STRANGER
There is a stranger in my thoughts
His eyes spell of something mysterious
I can feel his gaze
Leaving me in a haze
Our eyes meet I get into a daze
He has me in a faze
I don't mean to be craze
But the stranger is like an aze
RESTRAINT
I know the chains that hold us aren’t meant to hurt they keep us close. They keep us wanting. I could let go completely. But what would that do to you? To have you is to lose you. To have me means I slip away. our soft, secret word. The one that saves us from going too far. The one that says: I want you, but not all of you Tie me down because I want to kiss you, hard, deep, but not deep enough to leave a bruise. I want you to feel me But take away the temptation to scratch you, You need to look untouched. I know that. So how do I bite you without leaving my taste behind? How do I touch you without making you mine? We see the world outside, just barely, thin glass, a breath away. But we stay in here, where the night holds our secrets. And before we go too far, before want becomes need we pause. We pull back. Restraint. It’s not a no. It’s a slow yes. A promise that we could go there but we can't so we won’t.
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