immersed in this private personal solitude,
i am overwhelmed by your presence
i am overcome by the sight of your silhouette
your aura forces my heart into trauma
go on, speak. speak.
speak now or forever hold your tongue.
glancing eyes meet, heart abalze
don't shy away. don't sh.. too late
like a gust of wind on a hot summer's day
she came like a flash. libertaing.
and left me feeling overheated
she was gone.
hmm.
dream on casanova..
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