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My skin burns from the skim of your eyes
My breath is hot and fast, there's a rush of ice dripping down my spine. I hold you high and adore your brilliance.
You could turn so easily
And I would freeze over like the frost that coats the hood of my car
The car you'd pressed me against so fervently
The car where you'd had me at the hooks in my jeans
But I'm afraid of one slip
I can't lose my pieces. I can't go back to the place I don't belong. Alone and isolated in a wretched kingdom of grey
When I have so much love to give.
I'll stay where the light spills in, like soft water in a creek.
The loft in our apartment, where it gets warm in the evening
I'll stay in the spot where you cup my face like a piece of fragile glass
And kiss me like a curious school boy
Your lips moving like it's all new.
I'll stay where you twirl me in the kitchen
Where you call me sunshine and press your hips against mine.
I'll stay in the light of your pristine gaze
Where your compliments shower upon me like raindrops
And my heart races at the sight of your smile
Don't turn me away or go too far
Hold me high as I hold you
Keep me warm and want me more

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