not him
his arms wrap around me,
bare chest to mine,
staring deeply into my eyes.
his voice humming in my ear,
fingertips grazing my skin,
sending tingles down my spine.
with our fingers intertwined,
his soft lips press against mine,
yet, all i can think of is
you.
— hrg
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