"Brother," they say, a label neat and clear, But oh, this brother sets my heart afire, my dear. A friend's dear kin, off-limits by decree, Yet in my mind, a tempting fantasy. "Brother," I sigh, a word that shouldn't thrill, But oh, your smile, a forbidden kind of kill. A perfect face, a dangerous kind of charm, A whispered secret, setting off the alarm. "Brother," I think, with a fluttering beat, Gasoline near a flame, a risky feat. Your eyes hold depths I shouldn't long to see, For there, a blaze could erupt wildly, for thee and for me. A stolen glance, a brush of hands, a spark, Fireworks imagined, leaving their mark. A stolen kiss, a fleeting, sweet embrace, A moment's pleasure, a dangerous space. Goodbyes linger, a hidden, yearning ache, My traitorous heart, a secret it won't break. "Brother," I whisper, a bittersweet refrain, A fire I hold, a love that can't explain.
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