Our eyes meet and then shy
His breath draws closer to mine
Tingling currents
Down my spine
Lips caress and glide
Soft pecks move on to slide
Hands lock into mine
Warm rays of sunshine
May I?
A virgin canvas am I
Slow brush
A stroking touch
Short peck
Colour my neck
Oscillating heart beat
No feeling below my feet
Whispers of heat
Crawling goose bumps
Peppermint sweet
The clocks have stopped
The world is still
Tongues intertwine
Slow sips of wine
I cling onto my lifeline
It’s pure
It’s perfect
This
The butterfly effect
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