Love is a tiger hiding in the brush. Seeking, needing, wanting and feeling the Aura of its next meal.It follows close behind but at a safe distance from the herd. "Which is it I want?". Then she strikes, but just enough to get their attention. Now that shes got a good look at her prey she catches her breath. Okay shes picked a target. She readjusts her body. She finds a suitable place to better her camouflage. Vanish. She focuses on her timing and strikes. So justly so unknowingly you're moving. You notice that you're brushing your teeth 3 times more than usual. Your overall grooming has increased by 10 fold. You seem to glow. You think nothing but her. you genuinely want to know her. Her words are like candy. You try to blend in with the crowd so later you can emerge looking better than ever. You show maturity. You catch up with her.Talking slow but still wanting to get to class. Can't panic. You start to want to not be there. Your chest starts pounding the choker around your neck begins to take revenge for not keeping up maintenance. It strangles you. It chokes you to the point you realize you are sweating. profusely, It's time the tension rises like heat on the pavement. A drop of sweat slides from you brow onto the bottom of your eyelid, and it appears as if you're crying.And you ask her, it takes all of your strength to do it. to override the freak out feature and disable safety codes but you ask her. She smiles and she answers.
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