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it's such a weird mixture of fear and euphoria... to speak with you again.
never have i stopped thinking about you or wishing only to hear your blustering voice in the background of the scales and claps. to feel the uneasiness in your/ mine/our(?) muscles as we sit close by... close enough for anything but too far away from everything. the tension, the sensation of tip toes and eggshells... the tingle in the spine, the perk of shirt and pant. half hearted dares and desires dripping with fear and timidity. "your move or mine? maybe neither..."
never have i stopped thinking about you or wishing only to hear your blustering voice in the background of the scales and claps. to feel the uneasiness in your/ mine/our(?) muscles as we sit close by... close enough for anything but too far away from everything. the tension, the sensation of tip toes and eggshells... the tingle in the spine, the perk of shirt and pant. half hearted dares and desires dripping with fear and timidity. "your move or mine? maybe neither..."