Your breath on me
Your face so near
Sweet scented fear
Reach out to me
The smell of danger
The smell of fear
Makes it exciting
For you to be near
Dull bronze color
Salty taste skin
Like an armor
Protecting him
Leave him I try
Tears starts forming
And when he pry
Flows like river
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