Sitting here, so close I can feel the hair on your arms, I want to crawl inside the sweater you are wearing and share your space. I want to take off my shoes and slip in between your socks and your toes. I want to feel your eyelashes on my neck, your breath on my spine. My cold fingers cocooned in your warm fingers. And this desire, this sensual epiphany, overwhelms my good senses. I find myself leaning closer, brushing against those hairs on your arm. I catch my breath, shake indecency from my thoughts, and turn the other way.
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