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You Make Me Nervous

But I like feeling weak for you

“I raise my face to his, ready for the crush of his lips against mine, wanting to share more than these nervous breaths.”
— Sarah Glenn Marsh

You’ve got this intellectual sinew, a rarity among my normal crowd, and I can’t help but to fall when you speak your thoughts — your genuine yet inane thoughts that have quite literally lost you friends in the past. But not me. I crave to hear more, feeling empowered in new knowledge just by being near you.

You give me this wink from afar, sometimes coupled with that infamous smile of yours. You know which smile I’m talking about, right? You’ve got at least five smiles. I mean the one where you don’t show your teeth, and you look down at the ground first, before mustering the courage to look into my eyes, meeting my spirit and perhaps even feeling my energy. You don’t stop there, though. You peer a little further into my soul, via the window of my eyes, until you feel something so powerful, something you’ve never felt before, and then you wink. Subtly. Calmly. Manly. Intimately. And then…. you shudder, so of course look away. But hey, I feel you too, man. And it feels fucking great.

I think you’re quite humble; actually, no — I know you’re quite humble, for you never talk much of yourself, let alone talk about your creative side in which…