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May 2018
My mind
it races
with thoughts
of you.

My heart's
quickened pace
in reaction
to you.

My hands
yearn to
touch your
own hands.

My lips
they long
to kiss
your cheek.

My body
gets nervous
pressing against
your body.

My cheeks
turn red
when you
love me.
Laura
Written by
Laura  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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