PART-2 Our Prom
"There is no better appreciation for a flicker of a moment than to live it to its fullest to endure every emotion it throws at you, that flicker, that pauses everything but not you. When the seconds seems to be days and your life appears to be caught in an eternal novel that's when you know it's happening and that's what happened when she walked slowly towards me, her steps matched the beats of my heart while I skipped one-a two when she finally arrived, minutes back something that was just a prom dance was a lot more now..."
There was music to her un-distorted allure,
Music that allowed me in and fade,
The dance broke itself into little pieces of mist,
And the fog took us to some place distant.
The still and the subtle moments turned the place,
Transformed it to an un-imaginable paradise.
Words were drugs,
And I the dealer as I whispered.
In the drunkenness of my words...
Shyly but freely she unhooked her selves
Freed herself from the obligations of world,
And wrecked her un-wrecked self in his arms.
The solid skin of hers melted on his muscles so firm.
The breathes were ravishing, as she sighed and moaned.
And as from our lips destructive passion flowed
Un-disturbed and reactive our lips clutter.
They came together, they came apart, solely and together.
They completely felt like a new bloomed flower.
She moves her hands,
And her fingers pursue an un-defined wonderland.
The bones wanted to touch what was solely felt by the skin of my back, but little they were doomed.
The time slowed down to its lowest.
When my hand found its way down her rosy breast.
We were lost, a lot more than we were ever found,
The night, the sun, the moon even the nature had its rules all bend.
I found a home, a home in this dimension of nothingness,
The universe I was made of was mirrored to exact in her eyes.
We were lost or was it just me.
Were we drunk in passion or was it just me.
Her touches, her kisses, her passion wrecked me,
To mists similar to the pieces of dance,
In the fumes of brokenness,
I saw my futures glimpse
She was the one, the one I want to see
To walk down the aisle for me...
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