Admiration or...

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I get chills when you walk by
Not from longing or lust
But from the pace of your feet

Everything about you is fast,
From the way you flick your hair and clean your plate
To when you yank the paper towel roll to dry your hands
You're on the go, while I stand still
I take my time, let my long hair fall, wait for my hands to dry under the dryer

But I saw you smile with your pink lips,
And I almost died when you leaned forward, neck exposed

I thought I wanted to be you
So I flicked my own hair,
Back straight and fast pace
It wasn't until I hugged you goodbye that my eyes widened with realization

I guess I got chills from lust after all

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