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Jan 2018
You touch me
That electric spark that fizzes upon my skin - a tingling dance that sharpens the mind
Dazzlingly clear for a fleeting second
Until the fog descends
Pleasant haze and hooded eyes
Lips
Whispering
Brushing
Pulling at mine

Silent murmurs

We can't
We shouldn't

But we know we will




We descend.
Written by
Eachmilidh
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