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Aug 2018
You're a slow burn.
My eyes drink in the vision of you.
My heart races in my chest,
stealing my breath.
My mouth goes dry,
leaving me speechless.
I stare into your eyes,
fanning the flames.
I ache to reach across the distance that separates you from me.
So nervous that my hands want to shake.
So much desire built up from moments
that have yet to happen while I'm awake.
Written by
Traci
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