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A body wrapped in velvet, the softness of skin on skin,
Shuddering warmth that dances up cold flesh,
A silent caress of breath shared between two thrumming hearts, two bodies synced as one, tangled between plush sheets.
It’s in the slow movement of one leg hooking over another, an arm wrapping around a bare waist, the slight press of lips against a jackrabbiting pulse,
And suddenly the puzzle pieces have all magically moved into place.
It’s like coming home,
Like videos of reunited lovers jumping into each other’s arms, like children’s eyes sparkling at fireworks on the fourth of July,
Somehow it’s a moment stopped in time, a wrinkle in space all for them, all for the sake of love and physical reassuring touch.
Like the iridescent sparkle of glitter or the fresh flakes of snow falling from the sky, he’s enchanting,
Truly an angel in commoners clothing, wings invisible to his own eyes yet strikingly visible to the body lying next to him.
The sunlight shining in from drawn curtains and casting a heavenly halo, a golden glow around his groggy form as he wakes from a soothing sleep, a gentle dream, provides credence to talk of heavenly origins,
And when he wakes, ethereal pools of honeysuckle hazel fluttering open, it’s like a heart has stopped beating, like breath is stuck in an awestruck chest and time itself has yielded to the beauty of a soul so pure in potency and so gentle in heart,
Suddenly life itself, even the eternity of suffering in-between, forgotten by the tales of time itself roaming the expanse of sullen sand under a seamless, sunless sky, feels like it’s led up to this moment.
There’s hesitation for a second in his movements,
A brush of a thumb against warm lips, a chilled body moving in closer to bask in the calming warmth that his body heat provides,
And when he finally leans in, finally let’s their lips dance an intricate cadence, an almost overwhelming longing and passion,
It’s like a rapture,
Like being reborn, being cleansed of sin and sadness, being washed by a gentle holy rainstorm and bathed in a blanket of cashmere calidity,
And when tears soak a pale cheek, an overflow of deep emotion bubbling to the surface, he clings tighter, holding that flame of fierce felicity and wishing for nothing more, truly convinced that this is the place he’s meant to be.
“I love you,”
Spoken in a voice so velvety with subtle and soothing softness and a heart so filled with constant confliction and wavering confidence,
He can do naught but offer an answer of wavering breath, ravenous respiration filled with raw honey devotion, sentence-less and soundless sentiment received by arms that clutch him just as tightly.
He winds beautiful words with the grace of a tactician totally astute in the tools of his trade, endless syllables and sentences of solicitous and softhearted poetry,
And suddenly it feels as though from a marigold martyr, he is baptized, like fresh dew dripping down the petals of apricot honey in the early daytime or soft spring rain making its way in swift droplets down the soaked window pane,
It’s as if pewter petals are cleansed and cured of all sickness, sweet scent almost impossibly preserved in the radiance of complimenting amber resin.
He is completely infatuated,
Like a daring dream, a mosaic of radiant and resplendent colors;
He is the sunrise and the sunset, beauty both resting in the sumptuous sheen of the early sun and the lavish luminescence of the late lunar glow,
He is a lilac sky, shallow streams of pulchritudinous purples blending into the exquisite eruptions of oranges and yellows and pinks that beckon the sleeping sun asunder from the earth and paint the clouds in captivating colors.
A heart so irresolute and uncertain thanks to the constant contention of circumstance conflicting a head so full of malicious misconceptions mauling a magnificent mind,
It turns his own breathtaking beauty into constant confusion, confidence consumed by an overwhelming and fictitious fable that his spellbinding soul is somehow subpar in a withering world so deliriously desperate for a heavenly heart heavy with such a luminous light,
Leaving him to question his wondrous worth and second-guess his sensationally sweet selflessness and softness.
Little does he know that in the cobalt eyes of the small sliver of sapphire that bathes in the radiance of his all-encompassing halo of saturated sunlight, he is the definition of love itself,
A true testament to the tantalizing tales of true rapturous romance and enchanting escapades of soulmates beautifully bound forevermore in a fortuitous foxtrot that blends two maimed and mending manifestations of true magnificence into one whole and healing heart,
One existence shared by two individual sources of unending and unyielding beauty,
One love shared by two wandering and wondering winsome personifications of purity,
Lacing fond fingertips together totally enraptured by each-other's enchanting energy,
A love that a providential panther shall treasure for all of eternity.