joker
i couldn't stop talking to him
he responds so quick
he made my heart race
butterflies
sweaty palms
it's the kind of love that fills you with
passion
romance
danger
the kind of love you never forget
the kind of love that consumes you
the kind of love that keeps you up at night
midnight thoughts
when reality is better than sleep
real
right
raw
its a midnight thought come true
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