I can’t think straight, you know.
You kissed me ten minutes out of my mind.
My fingertips are cold because the
house is less than warm enough,
and I run them across my mouth
chasing the shadow of you, futile,really.
When I still haven’t caught my own breath.
Fuck, I love you to death.

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