Words and actions

Our actions are
The words we don't want to say,
The tenderness, the emotion,
The short-lived hatred of it all,
But we worry about that later;
right now we are taken,
Engulfed in the now,
Wondering why we held off for so long
The embrace we knew as inevitable.

Hate me not for passion,
As i do not you for yours,
We are beings of folly,
Guided by or feelings,
Guided by your hands down your sides...
Moment's baited breath,
Gives u little cause for concern.
But you shudder as we continue,
Hoping that this joy lasts forever.