Steam

daniel on Aug 30th 2006

My heartrate spikes whenever
I hear you say my name,
when accidental compliments
smile slyly in the morning.
I have never told you how I was turning into ice
because I knew how you are never safe with ice.
My heatrate spikes whenever
I feel your breath on my neck:
I am steam reaching
to fill you like a canopy.

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