Love in the time of corona

The longing,

the passion,

the sideways glance,

but we never touch.

The flowing tears,

the growing fears,

fleeting moments,

but we never touch.

Blossoming love,

tantalising temptation,

but we never touch.

Nascent arousal,

imagined foreplay,

but we never touch.

Fantasised eroticism,

playful games,

but we never touch.

I love you,

but we never touch!

I want you,

but we never touch!

I need you,

but we never touch!

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