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Lovedusk

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Has it been to that moment—when we slowly drew the curtains before the faint sight of the empty sky and city lights from a distant horizon have completely been taken away from us to deserve something else?


Was it when I chose to light up the Jasmine-scented candles as I see you taking thrift steps toward the side of the king bed, becoming able of complementing the dimly lit corners of the bedroom?


Or was it when I began lying down with you only to softly confabulate on how your very existence has given so much sense to mine?


Was it until we both realized that our speeches and short-lived whispers turned into catching each other's breath-then we chose to lock our eyes intact, lean our heads forward and press our lips onto our favorite parts?


I mean, favorite was when my fingers began swiping through your perfect scars until moments found my hands caressing your waist, until my arms went wanting nothing else but to embrace you-to exhibit assurance and security.


Then, we suffocate and exhaust ourselves with the tempting pleasure, and allowed chances to make promises in between.


All of the moaning, and the way we spoke about what we are to each other, echoed against the ceiling and frequently unnoticed spaces; making empty feel so alive.


The warmth we permitted for each other puts no regard to the cold breeze that cheats entrance to the slightest window opening.


Our bodies colliding,
Our souls reflecting against our physiques,
The sound of our heartbeats resonating,
Like it was our fates aligning,
Our thoughts becoming parallel for love,
Our dreams finally facing each other,
Like a granted déjà vu,
Because we never thought we'd ever want this,
Not until it was finally presented behind our free wills,


The feeling of paradise,
—of constant utopia,
Like the stars had limitless capacity to constellate,
The way I wanted to keep you with all my life,
Is as much as my limitless capacity to recognize how much you mean to me,
—to the tiny world filled with wonders inside me, that only you were able to create.



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