An ever-present threat that at times clouds every thought, and alters every desire. An urge that lingers behind every thrust, and contact. A chance at satisfaction wrapped in rejection and disaster.
What harm is there in a single kiss?
Why shouldn’t they, when lips hover so very, very near, and eyes burn with a need neither rival can deny?
Is it fear that stays them? Doubt that keeps them from such a small and precious thing?
Or must it wait? For victor to be chosen, and dominance determined?
With every moment, rivals so decide.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in