You looked at me with stormy eyes, so wild & deep, crashing in my corner's keep. Tearing at my longing arches, reaching places so broken and uncharted . Ghostly dreams of your chiseled face, snuggling quietly next to mine. Awoken in the heat of the buzzing night, it comforts me from our past lives. Half awake, my pillow swells, of scented smells ,familiar, light rain, cuddling, with the warmth of your silky mist. City sirens on L.A streets, racing by, catching thieves that stole our hearts. Holding each other with cradling hums, as the flimsy window creaks with vibrant tone. Pale, gentle fingers touch my moist lips, tracing back, lost time. Like the finest wine, tucked away just for it's supple taste. I finally meet your eyes, reflecting, flashing, lightning streaks, below the sky. In the morning haze, the rooster cocks in place of stupid alarms, imagining our naked vibes, intertwining, hypnotizing, bursting laughter with joyful play. The divine has truly been kind after karmic deeds, served like eternity, forgotten in quantum time. Our lips so close to painful kisses of falling in love, I never felt this much alive. For many times, I thought I hated you, I fell in love not knowing it at the time. When I see your stormy eyes, they mesmerize me, like the broken child that meets you in the secret garden. You, as perfect as the mystic moon, becomes the perfect calm before the storm.
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