Platonic

Offer little in the way of affection,
Flesh, an invitation, not taken
Hint without the motions are
Like night upon the falling star.
Hunger swells inside of me
Like tide that tugs the planet’s sea
Powerful trembling beneath my skin
The world sees nothing happening.
Oh, I cannot mask this urge
Raging within sweet passion’s surge
Chance my lips to his embrace
But all he sees is a friendly face.

by Lorene Kinsey

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Maybe if this person only knew......just maybe. The pusuit of love should not be a covert experience!