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Due to popular belief. I believe that certain things are due to happen naturally. Like all other things it's bound to grow. This thing, love. We are due to become obese to this organic, homegrown feeling.
And when I look at you. I see a thought. The supreme conviction that in spite of ourselves. We are the light that gives unselfishly to ourselves. The pieces we constantly give to each other,
Her lips take me to all of the places that I haven't been. My tongue peeking from behind teeth. The secrets inspired by us and us alone. Exploring the world with our eyes closed. All at once.
And like that she became wet. Undressing before she bathed in the storm. Umbrella left home, by the door. She wanted to be cleansed. Clothes thrown to the side. Where's the fun in being dry.
I dwelt in thought. Reminiscing on the way that she made me feel. Gradually I moved into her. Packing light, reassuring that I'd bring the biggest piece of me.
There I was, caught in labyrinth. Time & time again I found myself lost. Following Cupid's arrow. Round & round I turned. Still I was a fool to not admit my denial. Chasing an arrow not meant for me.
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