What hurts most
Is taking that chance
Setting aside doubt
Feigning confidence
Enthralled, by a moment
Succulant, dripping euphoria
Submerged in a hot bath
Of scented foam
each clear micro-environment
Holding a want, a yearn
From darkest thirst
To angelic ideal
What an adventure
In the twinkle of an eye
Blazes
Lapse of reason
Replacing confidence
A juggernaut of need
Screaming
Take the chance
What if...
Too much to lose
Conscious act of instinct
Love is without need
In absence of passions
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