Do This, Then That.

Don’t hold back
It is not your love I want
Nor your affection, not yet anyway
Not even your attention—maybe just a little

But you allowing yourself,
When you see me,
The softness in your heart,
The ease in your body,
Ready, hesitating and stirring.
Showing, for now, only in
The smile in your eyes.
All that.

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