You should come through... Friday, Saturday, Sunday... wished for Monday... Hoped for Tuesday... The attention. The acknowledgment. Sunday, the sunset. Saturday, the win. Friday, the chance. "I'm conflicted and addicted, so come over and make up my mind" It lingers- that fire. Light me up and I'll burn for you.
Can’t wait.
The way it feels. The rush, that high. Something about the blood pumping, and hearts racing, it feels like a drug. I'm due to overdose. It's an addiction that I crave. A rush I feel spontaneously with just the thought of you. When our lips touch, the sparks keep flying. When you hand caresses my…
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