Perfect

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We walked on the pathway side by side,

While I was wondering where I was.

I was blind-folded.

It was dark as lunar eclipse.

he untied the cloth from my eyes, revealing my location.

My mouth dropped to the ground.

A crystal birch tree sat in the middle of the field.

I kissed him, taking him off guard,

Or at least, not when we expected it.

I kissed him until he fell onto the soft, cold snow.

We did not care the least about our surroundings,

About the obstacles wanting to end this.

We continued and continued and continued.

Snowflakes, of all kinds, all unique, landed on my lip as I let him go reluctantly.

He kissed it clean automatically,

Like he was born to do it.

It felt right.

It was right.

It was perfect,

Just so perfect.

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