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     N'rituall Rating: N/A |
6:40 a.m. We gathered underneath the perspiration of our brows. Our first touch sends a flare that burns my hands into place. I will freeze if I pull away. Your scent is the breath of life that I have been searching for in this vacuum of space I have called my own. I will suffocate without it. The heart beat you carry in your bosom is the ambient sound that a warrior hears before battle. There is nothing that could inspire me more. I cannot lose with you by my side. I await the mo-(u)-rning with the trepidation of having to part with the dark celestial beauty that you are. Your return is anticipated by my dreams and the stars that have watched us. When you come back we will gather under the perspiration of our brows, where our first touch sends a flare that burns my hands into place. I will freeze if I pull away. | ||
| Erato Rating: N/A |
Your love-rituall was exquisitely ethereal, the stuff of hoped-for dreams. |
