Him
It was a crimson kiss that sent my blood pulsing, roaring, such spirit evangelising the electricity within my limbs. Glee swollen in my belly, each step like water to him, for when i touched his coffee skin, id melt before his touch, as his mouth would open releasing the flames of an everlasting love. The dialect like sparks of electricity, the passion of a song bird, the poem from his lips.
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