Lips

Fancy thinking, imagining
what it would be like if we ran into each other
my heart pounds at the thought of
your touch
i pretend you are in front of me
tilting forward
trying to plant one on my lips
then i tremble
snap back from an unlikely outcome
but still
air squeezed out of me
temperature high
i can still feel the imprint
you left behind

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