Fluttering Feelings

That awkward feeling has buried itself beneath my skin.

I can feel it, nudging me back, away from my desires.

Away from what i want.

The butterflies flutter in my stomach as my eyes stroke into twine with hers.

 We fold into one spiritual soul and dance, mentally and physically, before my eyes or hers, slide away.

My feelings, for a moment, stunned.

 I feel i have sinned, but i know it is a common mis-step.

I know it is right.

I know it is too late.

I weave away, cowering into the clubs crowds, craving distance from the care free cries of lust.

 I have lost the battle, the war not yet won, the future yet to be sealed.

The night is just beginning.


The End

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