Asymptotes

I feel your lips
so close to mine

Lingering breaths,
so warm, so right

How you heave, how you gasp,
little soft moans

You say no word, yet your quivers,
tell tales so raw

Of passion untamed,
of yearn and awe

As you come closer,
the anticipation mounts, it grows

All this, with my lips,
never brushing against yours

Merely little asymptotes

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