God, you feel so good to me
Light in your eyes and on your tongue
Your firm grasp on my hand
is second to none
Except for, maybe, your hold on my heart
For once I'm scared to speak
in fear of your eyes meeting mine
and making me fall even faster
Like an increase in gravity
my body plummets toward the ground
that is your lips
in form of a desperate kiss
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