18 februari 2012

Entangled




Their hearts pounding and their souls warm with longing, trapped in a moment. The love they made with their eyes filled the air with aching and despair, for only in dreams they can be one. The sound of their breathing at night, the shades of their skin, the tips of their fingers, their silk lips where they rest their kisses, they will never know, for their romance lies in forbidden mist. Drowned in the prettiest of sins. Drowned in bodies of regrets. Her eyes pushed to shut. His whispers nothing more but a frozen expression. And the moment was gone.

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