"don't make me fall in love,"
he whispered,
his eyes were closed,
she leans in,
whispering back,
"just stay close to me,"
his senses are nonexistent,
taking in her scent,
like something unattainable
mixed with wine,
the way she runs her fingertips
along his collarbones,
a shiver traveling down his spine,
her lips intoxicating him,
"I've fallen,"
he admitted.
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silent thoughts
Poesíaand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
