All I can think, was it only me? Did I see and feel something that had been hidden from us? Did I feel a spark? When I look at her and our eyes lock my heart starts to flutter and I can't help but look away. I can't let this feeling stay. The butterflies start flying and I start falling.
Her touch is magic and makes me tingle. My hands upon her as people sit and mingle, she captivates me, and my body gets her lingo. I sit so nonchalant as if nothing can break me but the throbbing already tells me I am broken.
She is secretive and in disguise, I am prey to her demise. Willingly.
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