The fragrance resting on you, and on everything you touch
is my favourite narcotic, of which I can never breathe enough.
Fingers glide over velvet skin to lips that steal my breathing.
Entered dangerous territory, where I left my lone heart beating.
Twice tonight I spoke words we dread, and you spoke words I love.
Standing, staring at mist on the edge, unconvinced that I'm ready to jump.
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