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Seven little moments
Seven little moments’ walk on by,
The first,
Those blue eyes are the worst.
Slave to their sweet wiles,
I cannot ignore their lustre.
Six little moments trickle by,
It takes two,
To fall for you.
Those rosy cheeks and golden hair,
Lust and apprehension held within that stare.
Four little moments crawl on by,
Then there’s three,
A nibble and kiss to set me heart free,
A caress like a knock, a breath of a question.
Against the door of smooth skin, “May I come in.”
One little moment is all I’m left,
Hands held in desperate prayer,
Mingled breath,
To all else deaf.
Two souls, one kiss,
And seven little moments we’re going to miss.