Who knows

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There's a buzz of electricity
I feel when I touch her skin.
When her hands are around my waist.
When her hand slips into mine,
With an ease,
I don't feel nervous as the click clack of mine and hers heels hit the steel floor.
I don't feel regret
as I tell her how I feel.
When this electric buzz consumes us,
Who knows when it'll
die but for now
It's only you and I.

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