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The horizon of the city shadowed the stars arrayed across the windshield in the calm of the evening. His lips grazed my shoulder when he spoke his breath was warm on my neck. He enveloped my whole body though his arms were sprawled along the seat. Words exchanged while the eyes relinquished their talents in the darkness enhancing the touch the whispers "kiss my neck." It was as if the music was from within our souls pounding through each movement like the blood pumping ardently through our systems. Every impulse was impregnated with dubstep the heat of our bodies was the friction of the melody. **We were the music a drug, a stimulant. Ecstasy** Rapt in the haze, the world dissolved smearing florid patterns over the windows. When, in a kaleidoscopic prism, he was tangible yet abstract in the euphoria, when we were both present and far gone, when the music and our bodies were the only reality, thats when I understood absolute untainted blissful happiness.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Haze
The horizon of the city shadowed the stars arrayed across the windshield in the calm of the evening. His lips grazed my shoulder when he spoke his breath was warm on my neck. He enveloped my whole body though his arms were sprawled along the seat. Words exchanged while the eyes relinquished their talents in the darkness enhancing the touch the whispers "kiss my neck." It was as if the music was from within our souls pounding through each movement like the blood pumping ardently through our systems. Every impulse was impregnated with dubstep the heat of our bodies was the friction of the melody. **We were the music a drug, a stimulant. Ecstasy** Rapt in the haze, the world dissolved smearing florid patterns over the windows. When, in a kaleidoscopic prism, he was tangible yet abstract in the euphoria, when we were both present and far gone, when the music and our bodies were the only reality, thats when I understood absolute untainted blissful happiness.
isabella-macdonald
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
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