Answer

Breathing down my neck,

I catch you steal glances at me,

The oneness, the proximity,

Is it the same for you, as for me?

There's nothing I would want more,

You, me, our fantasies,

Climbing high, soaring by,

It exhilarates me, our ecstasies.

Sins of past,

Ghosts of future,

I tremble,

I don't want to see beyond.

Misdeed, whimsical rapture?

Love or lust?

Is this the true form?

Your lips brush against my ear,

And suddenly,

I don't want the answer.