Rush
I get shivers down my spine,
when I see you and your lips touch mine.
It might be the gentle pressure of your hand upon my face,
or the softer one as you trace my waist.
And sometimes as we lay side by side,
my heart skips a beat
or when when sit together and our eyes meet.
I can feel a smile tugging at my lips
when you entwine our fingertips.
But the biggest rush,
well that's easy-
it's when you whisper that you love me.
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