Movies still run in my head
From those dark moments
In the balcony
When all I ached to do
Was go all the way,
Deep kisses; deeper touches,
That first moment when I
Felt the tip of them
Beneath her blouse,
And deeper still
My sneaking a touch of
An even more forbidden zone
Her hands serving
As gatekeeper to keep me
From going too far,
And all these years later,
I still want that,
To feel the most
illicit places in
you,
to fill you up and
feel you tremble,
and to ache
to replace
the touch of my fingers
with some other aspect
that might fill you
all the better,
the old reels running
round and round
in my head,
making me reel,
making it all real,
what I eel
when I remember
trying to
reach the moon
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