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Fingers laced
Hearts paced
About to kiss, my mind slips
My heart skips
As the truth nears
And all my fears disappear
When you pull me back
To the reality I lack
As your thumb traces my chin
I can’t help but grin as you pull me in
I admit defeat and our lips meet.
The magical sensation
Of instant gratification.
I must have hit my head falling for you
In this world that is brand new.