Friday, 20 August 2010

In love

And sometimes it's best to forget everything except that special person who makes your senses race, to take time to dwell on the feel of their skin against yours, the touch of their lips, and even the beat of their heart when your liquids mingle and flow together. While this feeling lasts, bathe in the beauty of it, in the poetry of that person’s existence. It is all the more precious because of its transience.

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