Barely a ruler away
My wobbly knees
Rested against yours
My elbows
Occasionally brushed against yours
Colliding
Collide more, I thought to myself
Brushing against your orange tanned skin
Orange but not really orange, is it
Maybe a shade of orange with a tinge of peach
or pink
Electrified senses
I could feel
My heart thumping hard against my shirt
Your heavy breathing
As you gently rest your chin on my shoulder
You made me nervous
Nervous, you made me
I was nervous
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