Tender moments terrify the soul who speaks of courage of which I’m unsure. Nothing scares me the way you do, but I’ll find the movement to concur the mind. I must have you.
I cannot fight it. I’ll walk in circles until I can devise a straight line. The needs, the wants, the pieces, the parts, it ends, it starts. Fear separates and inflames the scars of the heart.
Please be calm. Quiet the coward; follow the will. Say what you want, do what you feel, take your time, but give me the thrill. And yes, I will be yours.
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