Shy stolen glances
Hesitant smiles uncertain moves
The traditional wrestling the primal
Into conformance
Thousands of years of heritage
Behind those almond eyes
Arched dark eyebrows
Waiting to be kissed
To be felt with trembling fingers
Forbidden fruit..yet achingly within reach
Worried shoulders holding steadfastly
On to strong tired arms
A calmness that lulls all attempts
To look away
Into submission
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