Infatuation

The hillside crashed into a sea of forgetful misery,
passing even the attention which spans the distance of her shyness.
A blink under a full moon ignites her hormones.
We kiss, exploding is the tightness in her chest,
loosening her lips as I grab her hips.
She pulls my collar,
scratching the back of my neck.
And now, I’m in love.

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