Him

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His eyes are a glimmering ocean of possibilities.
I can't help but want to stare into them for ages.

His lips look so soft and inviting,
And I find it increasingly difficult to resist them.

He speaks to me softly,

Knowing any word could so easily shatter me.

This is him saying goodbye.

It can't go any other way, everyone leaves eventually.

The words don't come,

And I look up with the threat of tears in my eyes,

And he smiles.

God that smile.

I can feel his radiance upon me,

I've been bathing in his scent for some time now.

His eyes shine in the lazy sun as he looks down at me.

The words don't come.

That is the moment in which he places his lips upon mine,

And they're just as soft and wonderful as I imagined.

I swallow my surprise and lose myself to the moment,

Taking in the absolute ecstasy of him.

When he pulls away I can hear only his breathing,

And then that laugh,

It the one that sounds like a melody that you could never forget.

His entire being is so absolutely perfect, I can't stand it.

The words never come.

He only pulls me closer,

And I can feel his warmth pouring against my own skin.

His fingers trail along the outline of my face.

And I know he loves me just as much as I love him.

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