Nose to nose, a heated flush --!
I'm getting close..
Eyes stare at eyes, mirror or disguise?
Those eyes are mine set in another place.. mirrored pools in another's face..
Close, close yet closer still,
pull your lips to the edge, thirsting to drink your fill
Close, yet still so far away..
"kiss me, you fool.
kiss me, I say."
Basorexia
-the overwhelming desire to kiss.
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