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The night silent.
A festival of heart beats and passion
fill the air.

His lap a thrown.
making me feel like
every compliment he gave me
was a story just being told.
His body against mine.
US, closer than the clothes between us.

His tongue writes a story on mine,
One that speaks of passion.
Our lips, danced.
His taking the lead
A journey towards bliss.

He pulls me closer.

His hand down my cheek
breaking away the hard shell I've built.
His hands between my hair
Removing all forms of reality around us.

Wait.
When did we start kissing?
Why are my eyes closed?

I don't even know what's happening.

His hands traced my neck
And as his kisses got more intense,
My will became his.

I don't know whose air I'm breathing
But I want more of it.

I submit myself to him