Out of Reach
Her skirt sways as she walks, and my heart falls into step with hers. Her perfume intoxicates me, leaving me quivering at her feet.
I ache to hold her close, gently caress her brow, and softly kiss her lips. But she doesn’t even know I’m here.
It’s ridiculous, I know. Falling in love with a living work of art who has never seen me, nor ever will. So close, yet so far away. I may as well be on the moon.
One careless step, and she’ll never know how she broke my heart. Why did God make me a slug?
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