His eyes were deep blue and I wanted to swim in them forever. He stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The waves crashed into the jagged rocks on the side of the cliff. The sun was setting and left orangish pinkish colors of magic on the horizon. He did not compare to the majestic setting around him. His orange skin glowed with the full moon slowly becoming more visible. "Trump," I whispered to the salty breeze that was dancing with his hair. I slowly walked with my eyes on my target. His glorious saggy butt. Birds flew all around and called to each other above us. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath in. "Trump," I sighed. He opened his eyes and looked straight at mine. I stopped in my tracks and took in a shaky breath, trying to force my heart to stop beating too fast.
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RomanceMe and Trump. Trump and I. When all odds are against us we will fight. Together. I love Trump.