What do you call of definitely fleeting lust that in no way, shape or form is love but overwhelming little lust that you know is wrong twofold?
What do you call of that definite tingle starting from a ghost point in the spine, vibrating through nerves into toes and head, initiating a battle of butterflies in your stomach?
What do you call of that quickening heartbeat bursting a million capillaries to bring scarlet blush that pairs divinely with warm dragon sized lusty breaths that warm the lips staining them a flushed red?
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