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Jennifer Watson Nov 2012
Everytime we touch,
I get this sensation
Running through me.
It starts in the core
And spreads.
It's like the butterflies are biting
And sending a surge through my body.
It's starting a fire,
That's setting my bones burning,
Yearning,
Craving you.
How much is it to ask,
That you satisfy this.
That you turn the other way,
And see the girl that's burning.
Burning for the affection of you.
How much would it cost,
To put an end to this fire
To let the coals cool,
Turning them to ice.
That with the ice,
Time could be frozen
And it would just be you and me
Burning this world to the ground.

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