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I'm still a bundle of nerves 

around an attractive man.

Eyes turn downward.

My cheeks flush.

Pulse quickens.

The thought that

you would even look at me,

and my heart skips a beat.

Those piercing blue eyes

starring into mine,

watching me as I frantically

try to appear composed.

But you see it;

you see me-

a bundle of nerves-

and you smirk

because you know...

I'm already wet.