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The pearl-like glowing moon smoother your face, cascading the type of gentleness i craved.
You trapped me like a caged bird, trying to escape but couldn't.
The stupid butterflies kept churning whenever your stares caught mine, secretly trying to drink the flawless nectar.
You asked me about myself and surprisingly i didn't hesitate.
The introvert in me was replaced by some blabbering rants i never knew i had possessed before.
"Quite people are talkative around right person," you would state.
Like an open book, you brought out the deep buried me within me.
You were the poet and i was your beautiful poem.
I wondered how.
You told me how you used to come there on vacation.
But the rumors of a haunted place halted your staying.
You never wanted to go back but you had to. Just after sneakily re-entered again.
The sheer moonlight and the calming wind caressed our beings, swirling around then retreated as our eyes locked again.
To avoid the red tint, threatened to come out i called out for you.
"Yes, beautiful?"
Heart skipping a beat i blushed profusely at your endearment.
Oh, how it sounded so lovely back then!
Like a vague magic your fingertips playing the 'Photograph' and my hips swaying rhythmically.
Like a swan in waves.
As if you cast an unimaginable spell that captured me so gracefully i didn't know i could ever break.
The bare, silent four walls started humming a canopy as your hands and my legs bubble an incandescent nostalgia.
Never letting once slipped the eye contact.
At a point, i forgot the reason of my arrival.
Nor did i want to remember.
All i was focused on was one name.
Alexander.
I thought i just found my serendipity.
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