Thoughts..
How they consume me.
They sometimes make me wonder dangerous things.
Things like what would it be like to kiss you...to taste you.
To run my fingers through your hair...for some unknown reason I bet they're soft.
To trace my fingers on your cheek down to your jaw.
To trail kisses on your neck, to bite your earlobe...pulling it slightly.
All these four dangerous thoughts are making me lose my head and I can't take it anymore.
I need to remind myself to have self control.
Gosh, I'm so dramatic.
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