You brushed against me with delicious longing painted on your soul, your face a valediction of your feelings, which rose to the surface only to be subdued by the panic rising in my hazel eyes. Little did you know or guess, your longing was a reflection of mine, the mirrored reflection of the way i always felt a dream-like passion spilling meaning around my eyes when you kissed me in fleeting moments.
The tints of your blue brown eyes, the way you would wrap me in your arms, the way you would let your passion breathe love bites and bytes on my neck and face.
You were my everything, the dream rising, waxing and waning, flowing like a river which drowns everything on its path and runs down a path of overwhelming desire. You were my shooting star, which rains crimson hues on a night when all is bleak and dark.
You were my caramel shot whivh lingered longer than it should.
You were the wine which flowed like a stream cut in flowery syrups.
You were blue daffodils in my Wordsworthian moment etched in bold strokes of cerulean and dreamlike state of bliss.
You were you. Always you.
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