Bitter infatuation
You held me in your arms in the middle of November. We were drenched in moonlight and choking on ecstasy, from the rapture of each others smiles. As the warmth of your fingertips tickled down the arch of my spine, I became dizzy from the friction of our adolescent figures. Your glassy eyes met mine and locked like a key, we held our breaths till we could no longer breathe. As the heat curled Around us, your lips grazed mine, and we drowned in the silence of the splintered air, and became lost inside the tranquility of the night
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