On the one hand,
When you see me,
Will you remember passion and wantonness?
On the other,
When I see you,
Will I remember desire and vulnerability?
On a third hand,
When I hold you,
Will I hold you tightly enough and remember to let go?
On a fourth,
When you touch me,
Will you tremble and forget to breath?
On a fifth hand still,
When you hear my whisper inches from your ear,
Will your body swoon into mine?
On a sixth,
When I hear you sing,
Will my heart beat it's way through my chest?
On a seventh hand,
When I kiss you,
Will my world still fall away so that everything makes sense?
And on a final eighth,
When you feel your lips on mine,
Will butterflies reignite our magic so that you can believe again?
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