Breathlessly embracing, whispers of love and lust lost to the heights. They were falling and flying, soaring in the clouds, falling endlessly on and on. Fires and butterflies, igniting and straining to burst, burning and fluttering inside. Tongues tied and tying little promises. Clutching closer, closer, straining and yearning, always needing more. Trembling fingers and frantic hearts, a burst of starlight, blindingly too bright, too hot. Sighs and quiet encouragement, ribs opening, a gentle hand reaching inside, a piece of yourself you left. Surrender, surrender, there is no return, we are one.
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