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Love Under The Nighttime Sky
Under a sky full of stars, sparkling and bright, he pulled out his pen and paper. He then wrote of;
Her eyes that always twinkled, beaming at him like dazzling sapphires. The cute, playful squint as she talked of the things she loved, especially the sky above. Her passionate spirit so easily seen from within.
The incandescent glow of her soft, pale flesh as the moon shone from above in the tranquility of the night. It's irresistible appeal even in the light of day, his fingers always aching for a touch, begging of them to linger there longer.
The smell of her skin, reminding him of a fresh spring day, as if she had been dancing in a field of flowers. Her hair so soft , his fingers burrowing into a cascade of long blonde strands the color of wheat during a summer's harvest. Her essense being the dearest scent to ever inhale.
Her lips, soft and sweet, the faint taste of raspberries on her tongue. Perfectly upturned as she blushed ear to ear, always so full of cheer and laughter. A smile that seemed to beam even in the worst of times, reminding him to wear his own.
Each tender peak and every supple curve. The way she responded to his embrace, melting like candy under his tender touch and the way she sweetly sighed as he kissed her neck each and every time. An eruption of giggles always present as he traced and trailed every beautiful place upon her body.
Her soul, whispering inspiration on his darkest of days, the light which lit his path. His place of serenity, the fix that calmed his very own, kissing all of his melancholy days away, filling him with cheer. Knowing his battles were never to be faced alone.
Her warmth as it flowed like a fountain of honey. As it met him, whether by tongue or touch, greeting him like a gentle beam of sunshine upon her ocean so. Her slickness so inviting and feeling much like home.
She was the pen by which his fingers wrote as they made love under a sky full of stars, sparkling and bright.
Her eyes that always twinkled, beaming at him like dazzling sapphires. The cute, playful squint as she talked of the things she loved, especially the sky above. Her passionate spirit so easily seen from within.
The incandescent glow of her soft, pale flesh as the moon shone from above in the tranquility of the night. It's irresistible appeal even in the light of day, his fingers always aching for a touch, begging of them to linger there longer.
The smell of her skin, reminding him of a fresh spring day, as if she had been dancing in a field of flowers. Her hair so soft , his fingers burrowing into a cascade of long blonde strands the color of wheat during a summer's harvest. Her essense being the dearest scent to ever inhale.
Her lips, soft and sweet, the faint taste of raspberries on her tongue. Perfectly upturned as she blushed ear to ear, always so full of cheer and laughter. A smile that seemed to beam even in the worst of times, reminding him to wear his own.
Each tender peak and every supple curve. The way she responded to his embrace, melting like candy under his tender touch and the way she sweetly sighed as he kissed her neck each and every time. An eruption of giggles always present as he traced and trailed every beautiful place upon her body.
Her soul, whispering inspiration on his darkest of days, the light which lit his path. His place of serenity, the fix that calmed his very own, kissing all of his melancholy days away, filling him with cheer. Knowing his battles were never to be faced alone.
Her warmth as it flowed like a fountain of honey. As it met him, whether by tongue or touch, greeting him like a gentle beam of sunshine upon her ocean so. Her slickness so inviting and feeling much like home.
She was the pen by which his fingers wrote as they made love under a sky full of stars, sparkling and bright.
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