Tingles race across my scalp,
Dissolving my arctic tundra,
Exposing my every nerve
To his gentle fire.
But the heat
Is too intense.
So much, so fast.
My head is spinning.
Breathless, I place
My hands upon his chest
Before he can kiss me.
"Wait, Drew."
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
