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SYMPTOMATIC The air cools the flush that threatens my cheeks Though my skin grows cold, dew drops of excitement adorn my brow and goose bumps graze the nape of my neck My lips begin to quiver as each nerve ending melds into the next amassed in a lusty dance of seduction My knees refuse to brace me as my heart fails to pump the warm liquid of life my body so badly needs to clear my head Though I do not see you enter the room my soul knows only too well the symptoms |
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