Day one.
Wild pulse, sweaty palms.
Day twenty.
Heavy breathing, stolen glimpses.
Day forty.
Timid smiles, gooey stares.
Deposited pieces of love
Dropped straight from the heart,
into the large, clear jar.
Breakable, and pellucid like my love.©
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