Trembling.
Shivers.
Engulfing my body.
Fingertips swirling my face, my lips, my neck...
Whispering.
Breathing.
Hot breath in my ear.
Breathing in and out my love.
I have abused the word of love.
Taken it's beauty, rariety and pureness for granted.
As he takes my flower.
Grown from the seed from which I planted.
I have neglected the word of love.
Saying it's not what I need and never will.
However, thanks to you.
Now that place in my heart is filled.
I took granted the word of love.
Distancing the people who love me past and present.
But most of all I was and am jealous of the word of love.
Until now, I never felt the passion which it meant.
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