THE ENCOUNTER

Another moment that you made me feel,
Every inch of it was real,
Every touch was with a seal,
Every ache starts to heal.

Another time that we touch,
Our feelings were out too much,
We were out of breathe so we needed a catch,
Just a little bit more of feelings and such.

Another chance of momentum to unfold,
So many stories to be told,
Countless encounters we need to face bold,
'Savour each second", as you told.

Another fragment of a "kilig" memory,
We both feel bad but not sorry,
You and I feel something prickly,
We love or not,  t'was fifty-fifty.

Another and another more we thought,
Feelings collide and hearts fought,
Is it love we sought?
or are we only momentarily caught?