Breathe.
Proximity teases and even his warmth
Crossing the inches between us makes
Me gasp and--
Breathe.
This heat builds and builds and
Screen zombies and vampires and lightning
Are unable to pull my attention from his
Arm, hand, leg near mine
I want only to --
Breathe.
His scent makes me feral, squirm, but
I sit still, and refuse to direct this, just
Count silently and wait and
Breathe.
And when our lips touch finally
Finally
All the air
And light and heat
Explode and I can't
I can't
Breathe.
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