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If you ever let me touch you under these streetlights, let it be tonight.
We'd walked down these steps many times before, but never before with such apprehension.

The very thought of reaching under your coat sending my nerves tingling.
Breath forming in clouds as the thought of doing something dirty so publicly increased our body temperature.

People have died in places like this. (Keep it up, it heightens the feelings.)
Leaning in for a kiss. Sweaty hands.

These streetlights are beacons, shining out across the city. Illuminating the fag ends and dog turds. Illuminating your body in the subway.

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