I am absolutely dizzy, inhaling your aftershave, the soft bristle of your stubble, how tall you are, your face turned away evading my lips, but clinging so tightly. we're like shipwreck kids, storm drunk can't let go. I'm left with the crook of your neck, you won't let me kiss you. It's just making it worse. I said I might die of longing, you said I'd be fine. Hahahaha. Yes, I will. Stop talking you idiot.
It's wild, and sudden.
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