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You make me nervous
Give me butterflies and make me blush.
I'm a teenage girl around you;
Skin burning with need. 
The air between us - weighted and electric.
I could reach and touch, but would I explode?
That way you look at me,
Sly,
Head slightly bent as if  you aren't looking at all. 
The way you touch me, 
Soft, warm, and gentle
Almost fearful
Are you afraid? 
It isn't worth the beginning, 
If you're not afraid of the end.