Good & Groovy
I noticed you make note of me.
When we made eye contact.
I’d heard and felt an explosion internally.
I prayed any fondness you may have garnered for me didn’t fall victim to my initial look of fear.
The way your lip curled up as you feigned to look away.
Encourage me to seek allowance to bend your ear.
Your voice is now more familiar to me than my own.
I revel in its rhythm, pitch, and evocative tone.
We dig the same kind of groovy.
You know what it takes to move me.
The sound of your voice tickles me truly.
You drive my heart rate up. Then subdue me.
Every time we move apart.
Our hearts have come back around to meet in the middle.
If I hear from you tonight?
Over the ringing in my ears.
We must have both figured out the first part of this riddle.
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