the sun taught the moon how to shine for whomever he loved and he started burning for her.
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I. the first time I saw her naked was, when I heard her ramble quietly about the things that she loved among others that she deeply feared; and I realized that, no matter how intense and lustrous the blazing sun always seemed to be, she is burning and she is anxious; so anxious to be heard —— and no matter how muffled her yelps are, they are never as clandestine as she wishes for them to be —— so she hides behind the clouds for hours, and days, and weeks, hoping for the lull before the storm to never reach its peak.
II. it was you, who peeked through the clouds that I was concealed in, she whispered softly, her breath warm and unsteady against my skin.
III. her dark skin glistened like oiled mahogany; she had eyes so dark like black coffee on a cold winter night, that reflected the moonlight and radiated the heat of the deepest core within the sun. her lips are like my mind's dreams of lasting love; so euphoric and dangerous —— and just like people get dependent on heroin, I became addicted to her intense kisses, that brought out things within me —— things only she knew about, and so I knew my lips would always be ready for hers.
IV. she is ethereal; almost angelic —— she's too far away for me to be reached, and despite the destructive heat that she radiates, it is and it always has been her, that I have been striving for all along.
V. my soul is as dark as the night sky, and she is the firework that lights me up; she is what makes me feel alive.
VI. oh god, i wish i would have let her known, she chased away my clouds, before it became too late.
