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I want that sweet pain that blooms when your lips are a fraction of a second from pressing against my own, That lightning that strikes and roams all along my edges as we move forward Slow slow seconds stretching bodies begging blood heating So so close To reaching Seeking to close the space but I am patient savoring the wait cause this moment right before we touch is a delicious heady rush and I ache for that sweet pain at the precipice of Us