It will happen,
the coupling of anticipation and anxiety,
Wanting and waiting,
Helixed together in your hormones,
Utterly quivering and distorting you.
Her lips will open,
The soft comfort crashes as a wave,
The tumult is spared, now lives the feeling,
It is too good to recreate,
It is too good not to at least try.
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