Two hidden bodies in the corner of the room. Pressed together, sharing breath, sharing skin, touch, something forbidden. Two bodies hidden in the corner of the room.
It’s all they are, all they can be.
Hidden, a shared secret, lying to themselves, to everyone.
Whispers of fabric, the ghost of a touch, seperating, averted eyes.
It’s all they are.
It’s all they can be.
It’s not enough.