Confirmed
by Farfallablueberrysnail@yahoo.com
Originally displayed in Side by Side issue #9.
As they inspire longing for his touch?
Are strict taboos all that keep us apart,
Or is it only at a dream I clutch?
His hands, they brush my arm and touch my soul
His kindness sends a shiver through my breast
My people highly value self-control
But yet, desire leaves me not at rest
Alone we are, the other crew are gone,
And all his true intentions will come clear
He holds me close, and whispers on and on,
Those gently smiling lips tickling my ear...
"My dearest friend, my Spock," the Captain sighs
And then we fell into each other's eyes.
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