The Man I Can't Have

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He is a breath of fresh air that cleansed my soul.
My salvation. My whole.
When he looks at me with his intense blue eyes...
My breath hitches, sweat beads on my forehead and my skin... my skin tingles with heat.

My mind warns that he's dangerous...
Like staring into the sun or playing with fire.
But my heart... wants to be indiscreet.
For others, his voice is full of audacity.
But when he speaks to me... he speaks with a hypnotic cadence in an elegant voice.
He is something different, I tell this to myself.
And if I am asked how much I have fallen for him?
Then let's just say, "some things aren't quantifiable".

And if I am asked how much I have fallen for him?Then let's just say, "some things aren't quantifiable"

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