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Pitch black. Ignorant to the world existing outside. The only thing that lives, is us. You’re holding onto me. My hands slide around your smooth yet strong arms. Safe. The heat of your breath dances across my face. My lips tingle in the tango. Pulling me in. Intoxicating. The absence of light, Illuminating the essence Of two people, Engraving each bump and curve. For a moment, the earth is noiseless. With a gray blanket of shielded armor, We’re perfectly protected In this beautiful moment. With your head on my chest, You feel my heart, Softly Beating. I’ve never had these feelings before. These feelings for you. Falling. Slowly. Then all at once.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
Midnight
Pitch black. Ignorant to the world existing outside. The only thing that lives, is us. You’re holding onto me. My hands slide around your smooth yet strong arms. Safe. The heat of your breath dances across my face. My lips tingle in the tango. Pulling me in. Intoxicating. The absence of light, Illuminating the essence Of two people, Engraving each bump and curve. For a moment, the earth is noiseless. With a gray blanket of shielded armor, We’re perfectly protected In this beautiful moment. With your head on my chest, You feel my heart, Softly Beating. I’ve never had these feelings before. These feelings for you. Falling. Slowly. Then all at once.
ashley-dewicki
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
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