The - Bittersweet ;

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|Title| The - Bittersweet ;
|Rating| PG13.
|Notes| The end of the poem is my favorite. That part made Caitlyn very, very happy


My gaze catches him from across the room,
a glare - a glare unexpected
glints off his eyes and he looks at me.
He grins, I smirk, sharing a secret betwixt us
That no one can know.

I reach out and touch his cheek,
A whisper of my fingertips acrost his skin
I dance around him , dressed in white laces
loosely, barely cov'ring me,
and the outline of my breast
is visible.

He's dressed in
White,
a towel wrapped 'round his waist.
His tousled hair tossed back, my eyes find his
neck,
chest,
stomach,
and I lick my lips.

My hand is reaching out,
having a mind of its own,
lingers, poised just so,
pointing towards him.
I want to touch him but
I am paralyzed.

I stand, a waterfall behind me
Night taints the glow
of the fireflies.
I'm there, nearly above the dark blue
water,
My hair is long, and blonde, and wet against my face.
My stare is long, and hard, and scared of this place.
He comes and steps acrost the water,
walking on air.
I reach out, always, my fingertips tingling.
And he reaches out, his fingertips stretching.
When his touch mine, an electric
Bolt shoots through us

And we tumble backwards into the water,
closing our eyes in the cold
pleasure
of the rush.