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He asked if it was okay,
I gave a weak nod affirming my decision
Trusting his large eyes
I turned to the sheets leaving my heart afloat,
My mind bloomed its lotus dispersing random thoughts from the time before
The moonlight be our witness,
I allowed its light to reflect every corner of my heart
There was no perfection,
Just the symphony of our desires floating…
History was created in ecstasy
All I could remember was white
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