Midnight Stars
I heat up inside,
drunk on the hair
that slides against me
My heart beats,
running furiously
as she stares me down
My breath catches,
she takes my hand,
as I walk into summer.
My eyes close,
kiss returned
sinking embarrassingly fast
What is this?
What is this?
Am I in the midst
Of that four-letter word?
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