August 30, 2011
Forever circling each other, he finally reaches out and cups her face, feeling her breath tickle his thumbs. Slowly, he traces her features, then strays down and cups her breast.

“Stop,” she breathes, eyelids fluttering.

“I can’t,” he replies, then bends down to kiss her.

Yin and Yang: never truly together, never really apart. The angel and the demon, the sun and the moon, the heavens and the earth…

“I love you.”

(Written 8-28-11; dedicated to Matt H.)

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