blush
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It's the color that warms her face,
The color that gives her so much grace.
It's the color of her feet standing in the cold,
The color that makes her feel oh so bold.
I can feel it burn my heart,
With every beat,I breathe in and out,
With every beat, a bead of sweat leaves my brow.
You smile at me and tuck a strand of the night behind your pale ear.
