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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