A simple curl caressed your cheek
Drawing my focus in converse
Taunting like words
You saw me in a light few are allowed
Deserving of my trust
Seeing who I am
My eyes brushed your face to see depth
In your inner self glowing outside
Giving me confidence
My hands kept reaching out towards you
To be pulled back in and held close
Tempting life to touch
A thought of kissing you kept recurring
Like the caterpillar wanting
Waiting to be the butterfly
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