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Send 💕for good night/morning kiss.

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          HE STIFLED, holding at her arm, feeling her presence so close to him. did they end up going on longer than usual, this night? —THEIR NEEDLESS HOLDING OF EACHOTHER, staying in ones company for long into the night, past the point where anyone would be quite awake. not as if he cared, he cherished this time with her MORE THAN ANYTHING. it seemed thoughts of her ran across him here and there in his daily doings, and when he finally came to her, lying right by the grass, he didn’t have to say a word. SHE WAS ALWAYS THERE, and would always huddle close to him, silent but caring. —THE REDNESS, BRUTALITY IN HER EYES, shown to anyone else, melted in the visage of him when he was there. HIS OWN TREMBLING, anxious heart, SKIPPED A BEAT feeling her hair woven with his fingers. they explored every time they held on for eachother. HE ONLY THOUGHT, how much longer could he enjoy this serenity? —how much longer could he hold her like this? so sweetened, so beautiful in the night sky. —so he cherished her even more than now. 

         3 AM…—AND YET THE SUN WOULD NEVER COME UP, if he didnt let her go. their kisses on the other hand, were fleeting as they were emotionally dripping. it wasn’t new for him to kiss her, but tonight’s meant more. IT MEANT A PROMISE IN SOFT HUES, and he pressed their lips together LONGER THAN EVER BEFORE. it was a mesh of flesh in its beauty, lips trembling with a mutualistic want—NEED. —a need he so sorely wished would never feel empty. for with her, he felt complete, even in the emptiest night.  

SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS. | ACCEPTING

  
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          GOLDEN EYES PLACATE A NEVERENDING VALLEY, willing to be kidnapped into the night. and yet, she would never possess such a malicious intent. she could stare DAGGERS INTO HIS HEART, LETTING HIM BLEED ONTO THE FLOOR…—and yet, such a cold stare looked so warm. it was a flicker, an ember that let the floor ablaze, and COCKLED AT HIS HEARTH—sheepish was an understatement, and yet, HOW COULD HE HOLD HER HAND WITH SUCH A TIGHTNESS AND YET, shake nervously. WAS IT HIS NEED OF INTIMACY? —was it a need of her? 

           —wants, need, ALL COLLUDED IN HIS HEAD, and yet, his eyes drifted to her, and back to their hands. FINGERS LACING soft and slow, before he had pulled her close, nary a breath’s distance between them…—and with a nestle, he drew her close…and finally laid against her. his arms wrapped her close, beckoning to resolve their lack of intimacy, and in a few short moments, held her tightly to him. —it was instinct drawing on him now, pressing her close to his heart. his mind racing like a never ending road…and yet. 

            —thinking took too much time away from them. he wished for simplicity in her crimson eyes, and stared all he wished, drowning in them under the veil of the night drew like a blanket, casting them to sleep. 

Send ‘please?’ to hold my muse’s hand.  | ACCEPTING

  

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