Life is...

...what is felt soaring through veins,
after the forbidden touch of lips.

...knowing there should be guilt,
and rejoicing that maybe you're not so perfect after all.

...what suddenly feels more liveable,
as we lay hand in hand in the still night.

...knowing that in the morning,
soberness will bring regret.

...realising that actually,
this is what you want.

...trying to find the courage,
to ask for one more kiss.

...feeling morals even now,
telling you to resist.

...accepting once was good enough,
but still gently holding hands.

...pretending this will last forever,
as time slips silently by.

The End

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