[Spoken]

She trembles but with poise remains...
... Glaring her aura upon my my face.
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Encased by arteries and vessels, pulsating emotion,
I wear my heart on a sleeve to keep me afloat in the ocean.
Uncannying- yet my little antics made her smirk,
That wrinkle on the other end of her moon may just work.
As it sent a trail down my spine trying to father a nerve,
To make even a small gesture letting her know her worth.
Symbiotic; the heat wades upon this compulsion,
Eyes locked in as i couldnt resist this simple expulsion.
Snarking the thought of this being approved by mother,
Day dreaming of that moment when our hands would melt into one another.
Provoking her soul with no regards to the sin,
Where we raise our glasses with the pastor..
.. onto the next chapter throwing caution in the wind.