Your way of speaking pains me.
The movement of your hands across my own distresses me.
Your closeness makes me want to cry out.
When you are near to me, it becomes imparative that I remind myself of the self-control I know I posses
and it is with the greatest strength I can excersise that I keep
my eyes from your face
my fingers from your hair
my lips from your skin.
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