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He loves me?....He loves me not?....He LOVES me?.... He loves me NOT?....
I can't escape the thought of him today. The memory of him infects my mind and body. It is strange to think that it has only been 12 hours since the last time I have looked upon his face. He makes me feel warm...alive...on FIRE! The very thought of him intoxicates my senses. Sending me through a haze of Passion and Desire and I am left dazed and swimming in the uncertain swirls of my imagination's forbbiden fruit. The softness of his lips more delicate then a rose petal against the goosebumpped skin of my neck. Why does he excite me in such a way that I am inconpacitated and incoherent every time he begins to wander indulgeably across my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams.
Stranger, where did you come from?
Stranger, why have you infected me with the wonderful virus that is you??