Words…your words,
touch…your touch,
I am so still, but you take me places.
Beautiful, gorgeous places.
Places hitherto unknown to me.
When you come close and whisper,
my heart skips a beat.
When your lips accidentally brush with mine,
breathless I feel.
Nights turn into mornings,
mornings turn into nights.
With every passing day my soul feels so alive.
My knees feel weak,
my stomach has butterflies.
The glow my face has this morning
is due to the conversation we had last night.
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