Mid meeting secrets

He whispers in my ear, nothing of any importance

Which is good

I can't focus on his words anyhow

I am far too distracted by the feeling of his warm breath on my neck

and when he leans too close and brushes my earlobe with his mouth

Unintentionally, I think,

I am sure of it...  

I tell my pulse to slow down

I tell my mind to quiet.  

None of this means anything, I admonish myself.

None of this is real.  

We're just two separate souls

Working together

One goal

No Romance

No Future

No nothing. 

I compose myself.  

Focus on the task at hand and it's business as usual

Until he leans in and whispers in my ear one more time.  

The End

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