we stood in the doorway his hands on my waist the clock tickling loudly almost in haste he moved in closer his eyes locked in mine I long for his kiss For just a moment in time his lips meet mine and I feel the sensation no longer must I wait to give into the sweet temptation my knees go weak my palms become sweaty I go back to that place I have been so many times already the world disappears all that's left is him and I and as we pull away I feel as though I could fly
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