The feeling of your left hand on my lower back
The way you make my leg quiver and my neck arch
The look in your eyes when you really mean it
The way you pour brown liquor into an empty glass
The way your lips feel when you're hungry made me do it
The ability you have to make all of my fears disappear into thin air
The way you pull my entire body toward you with one arm
The stories you tell that compel me
(I may look away but I'm always listening)
The curiosity looming in your head when you look out a window
The truth in your voice when you're falling asleep made me do it
And now, I am afraid, there is no turning back.
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