Symptons
The Sahara Dessert is in my mouth
My tongue is a leather strap
Palms begin to get very moist
A bead of sweat drips down my back
Butterflies churn in my stomach
My heart skips another beat
Legs are getting a wee bit wobbly
As my knees grow feebly weak
All because …
She smiled at me
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