Champagne bubbles dance as they ascend the confines of the flute, they whisper sweet nothings to one another in passing.
How can I describe this feeling?
The lightness, the gravity, the joy, the underlying fear.
Can I fully express how comforting it is to be with you, how gentle a place your embrace is?
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I am trying my hardest to remind myself not to fixate on what this may become.
(All I know is that your scent rushes through my head like nicotine, that your heartbeat is simultaneously calming and exhilarating to listen to, and that I look upon you and find you stunningly beautiful)
(How did this happen so quickly, how did I lose my footing so fast?)
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Another lover, a softer whisper, like the shuffle of blankets on skin.
Your touch is like a candle flame, let us burn these endless kisses into each other’s flesh.
I want to consume you, to tear into your body and have you pleasantly haunted by the ghosts of my presence. Every mark and every bruise a reminder of my love.
I know that I am holding back, afraid of what may come if I open myself to you fully. And all the while indulging in the fantasy of our future. Of dreamy mornings with warm cups of coffee, and sweet kisses to welcome the day.
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Once again the night falls, and I fall into you.
Truly I am convinced that you carry some secret magic. Never before has my body responded with such ease to another, your touch awakens pleasure that was a stranger even to me.
Pleasure found, and pleasure given. I delight in bringing you release.
And as we fall asleep in each others arms know that you are loved.
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Extraordinarily Ordinary 