Little frictions, brief sighs,
I look up and I pry.Your eyes make the forests comply, your lips like the best wine, you skin like all but white.
Gestures that make me go wild, those features which I imply.
You touch me.
And I sigh.
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Suffocation
PoetryWhen I can't breathe. ━━━━※━━━━ A set of poems about unrequited love and social anxiety.