Three pairs of eyes burned into my skin, not including his.
Breathing space tediously dwindled as forces of nature urged us towards intimacy.
Ever so slightly I raised my fist, the back of my hand facing his gentle expression.
The seconds froze and my chin sank to my chest, but my eyes stayed level with his.
I looked at my hand, then his gaze, and back again, for in an instant the feeling would be over.
Impatient and petrified with excitement, recent dreams flashed before me.
The unimaginable came true as he gently held my outstretched arm.
My stare met his, and those moist lips found my trembling hand.
Butterflies fleeted from the cage in my stomach.
My affection released itself and met with similar warmth.
My chest could barely contain my pounding heart.
His tenderness could not hide that crooked grin.
We settled back into our spots, already recalling our shared memory.

The Thing I Used to Lack
By Laura Fu

I'm sorry that I'm sorry.
I sometimes fear my fear.
Tell me what you want to say,
Not what I want to hear.

My heart has been a lonely place
these twenty odd years of life,
But I've always had that dream
to someday be a wife.

What you've said is new to me;
I've never felt this way.
The words repeat inside my head,
it takes me to the day

The day I first felt I belonged,
the taste was oh so sweet.
Don't you see what you have done?
You've swept me off my feet.

Trust is hard for me to find,
it stems back to my past.
Doubt prevails no matter what,
once lost, I'm free at last.

"Listen to yourself," they say,
"And go with what feels right."
As hard as I do really try,
I freeze just at the sight.

The hair and smile and lazy strutt,
to me it all appeals.
My capacity to love awakes,
but still my mind conceals

What I really feel inside--
how can I explain?
Afraid to voice my deep-down thoughts,
afraid of feeling pain.

Afraid to see what might be there,
but also what may not.
In search of things I never knew,
such common things I've sought.

Like any other girl on earth,
I've dreamed a lover's dream.
We are nothing by ourselves
'cause two create the team

Movies, music, books and stage,
I'd seen how love played out.
Atleast I thought I understood
what feelings were about.

But now I've lived it all first hand,
and I just can't go back
to never knowing what it was
this thing I used to lack.