Superstitions, karma, 11:11
Surprises, reading my mind, words
Moving like a film, what a smooth transition
In my room, dark except for a single wax candle, gentle and flickering.

Singing to me in your car at 3:00 am
Your stubble brushing my cheek and your lips tickling my neck,
The butterflies in my stomach burst into fireworks, brilliant, spontaneous.

Lyrics to a song plucking the thoughts right out of your head, feeling something dance down your spine'
Goosebumps, whispers, biting your lip then biting mine.

Sex appeal, intuition, there's always a reason
Superstitions, karma, 11:11
Divine Intervention.

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