by Andrea Tadpole
2:30 in the morning
Should be sleeping
Yet cannot stop
Thinking about you
The way you look at me
From across the room
The way I feel when our eyes meet
You touch me
It lights a fire within me
You kiss me
My knees go weak
You whisper in my ear
Sending tingles down my spine
You're an unexpected treasure
A rare jewel tossed aside
Yet here you are
In front of me
A precious gift
Sent from above
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