39 ¦ Ravella

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I stand on my tiptoes and
Give Drew a gentle peck.

But my lips betray
My true desire
And linger,
Trailing along his jaw
Before they graze his earlobe.

"A part of me wants you to stay."

Drew gazes down at me,
Bridging the gap between us
As he wraps his arms
Around my waist.

"Ravella, do you know...?"

Drew's voice is husky as if
He's barely in control,
Making me melt
As if he's fire
And I'm
Ice.

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