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Golden hues and shades surround us-
Sun meanders over my skin, confined to the frailest of prisms--
As we are both blanketed by the bullions of our inner most adoration.


Time has stopped, just for the both of us-
Quietly refraining from worldly interference--
Reality suspended.


His lips delicately hover over my cheek, a kiss-
notes of crimson flush into my face--
I close my eyes, reaping the moment
Our moment-
fixated in abstracted occurrence.





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