Its a whisper.
Do you hear it?
My secret.
Its a sunset.
Do you see it?
My beauty.
Its a stampede.
Do you feel it?
My heart racing.
Its honeysuckle.
Do you smell it?
My scent.
Its love.
Do you taste it?
My kiss.
Shh...
Don't say it.
Close your eyes.
Be blinded.
Stop, don't touch it.
Stay numb.
No.
Don't breathe it in.
Sorry, I can't feed it to you,
My love.
Because I'm scared,
And you don't even know I exist...
God, can you please take away all my sense?
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