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A Love Story
It was an amazing spectacle,
Under the night of pleasure.
Surrounded by the shining moonlit,
Your hand in mine fits.
Memory flashes on a soft surface,
As the wind begins to moan.
Your skin brushes to mine,
Ultimately love inclines.
Fist crumples these sheets,
Excitingly moves in one place.
Together our chests pressed,
Your gentle lips slowly caressed.
Endless nights as we explore,
Music plays in abstract shore.
Phrases you whispered in a delight whine,
Telling me that you are always mine.
And yet winter surmounted spring,
Pushing me out to yell at things.
A nightmare of selfishness,
He came in out of heed.
“Thoughts flying…
Our bout is sinking…
Without a meaning,
Is it still existing?”
Bouncing here and there at the back of my head,
Telling me those nights are seemed dead.
Surrounded by the shining moonlit,
Your hand in mine fits.
Your skin brushes to mine,
Ultimately love inclines.
Together our chests pressed,
Your gentle lips slowly caressed.
Still our love attached in existence,
Building us up inside a fence.
Because when you and I collide,
Shattered pieces healed that love abides.
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