I observe you from a-far, you’re tall and lean, but your figure is masculine. Your smile is impeccable, teeth glistening like diamonds and lips perfectly shaped.
You take a couple of steps towards me.
I stare at your face in awe, your chiseled jawline is almost too perfect. Amazing, god-like. But this can’t be reality, perfection doesn’t exist.
Then, you look at me and brush my lips with yours, I lean in for more, but you lean away. I carry this puzzled expression on my face, then your hand goes up to my chest and you feel my heart beat. Listening to the rhythmic pattern. You take my hand and place it on your chest and we unite as one. Lovers destined to be.
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