Shy glances

Shy glances
And little smiles here and there
With a breathless air
That speak volumes.
From two completely different worlds
Two different species
And two different classes
One a beautiful queen, a human
The other a humble master, a satyr faun.
But on a shaky thread
These two souls tread upon
Walking from one end of the spectrum
To the equator.
Baby steps is a sure way to approach
Nothing pushy
Nothing rushed
But simply at a steady pace.
And finally
Two eyes locked in wonder
And two hands clasped gently
With a final kiss to top the sundae of love.

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