Intensified morning after. Looking up to the ceilings thinking of the possibilities we once set between one another. The sun emerges grazing everything touching more than just an innocent heart but the warmth of the purest chocolate where you once laid. Captivating the very last image of what took place between the two. Words could only contradict what soon would last. Blimps of fading blurs appear. Quickly fading towards instant reality. Nothing but a one night gone escapade. Hold me. Beneath the simplified cotton drawn to the skin. The more she seems to say no the more his tongue lashes a struggling yes. Apologetic cries of passion. Forgiving what was once said to be a sin in the eyes of an independent. No one said love could be such an intense feeling when dealing with an intoxicant essence. Feeling the presence of another, too ashamed to wither underneath the eyes that were once undressing the lines of I love you constantly. She too lays in the utter comfort of the man who use to be more than a lover, but her simplified bliss. Lessons of the heart she learns to forgive but to never forget.
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Forbidden Ode. Book One
ChickLitIts a game we once learned as a child to express the things you believe the most. No one never said that being a women in the eyes of others would create chaos of destruction.
