A chilly spring night.
I need to borrow some heat.
You can have some of mine if I can have some of yours.
Follow my stare, I'll lead you in.
Synapses can't fire fast enough to meet you.
A sudden desire for perfection(though you're nothing less.)
Abandon small spaces and listening for squeaks.
Trade it in for candlelight and sheets.
You're still alive on my fingertips.
You belong in this empty embrace.
Permeate the fabric of my dreams.
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