Daily Prompt: Doubt

First it was awkward and brief
But talking again was a relief
We meant no harm
Again fell for your charm
No doubt I felt like a thief.

Stealing these moments of pleasure
I admit it feels like a treasure
Your voice, your kiss, your touch
I’ve missed it all so much.

Why must it always be this
A stolen moment of bliss
Causing regret and fear
But I still want, need your kiss.

How much should we risk
It always seems too brisk
So then, is it time again
To offer this?

A farewell to love, once more
Is it torture or heaven adored
I ask, I even beg
An answer to this, I implore

Shall this be the ending
Leave our hearts untended
Or start again, begin anew
You with me and me with you.

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