March 7, 2008
A cold sweat drizzles down
my face. Palpitations explode

from my chest creating, the
illusion of death. My finger

inches forward longing to
soothe the growing tension.

I can feel you in my reach.
My uneven breathing displays

the agony in my body.
I want to cry but can’t find

the tears. The temptation electrifies
my senses, catalyzing my motive.

Your expression tense, anxiety
erupting from your eyes.

My fingers grasp your hand,
the sin fulfilled. Suddenly, silence

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