Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy? Alchemy...by Taylor Swift.
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He was not just a thief; he was an alchemist, transmuting my breath, my sanity, my lips, my very essence into a fantastical reverie.
For me, for us, he descended like a divine droplet in a parched desert, his proximity an oasis that bloomed within the barren spaces of my heart.
You lose, were his words before he closed the gap between us. His words resonating deep within, a reverberation that danced its way down to the core of my being, stirring a tempest where calm once reigned.
You loose, yet this moment felt like a victory rather than a loss.
With his hands cradling my face, the warmth of his palms a stark contrast to the night's chill, while my own hands found their place upon his broad shoulders.
How long had this moment crawled its way in the quite night, while in slumber and into my dreams?
I dreamt of this moment—of us, intertwined not just in the dreams but also a dance in my diary's pages. With my pen gliding across the paper, woving an aras of feelings, each word a thread in the fabric of a dream, each sentence a stroke of passion that set my imagination ablaze.
I tell you this freely: if the library could whisper its tales, I would stand unveiled, my innermost musings laid bare for any beholder's scrutiny.
But such thoughts were abruptly tethered back to the present by a gasp that escaped my lips unbidden, as his found the vulnerable hollow of my throat. His kiss, a fervent plea to my soul, implored it to break free, to unfurl its wings and revel in the ecstasy of untamed liberty.
"Michael,' a gasp, a sigh, a verse in the language of desire as he graze the nape of my neck with his teeth.
His hands, calloused fingertips under my sweatshirt had a way of arousing elastic touch, igniting fire on their wake, while mine threads in his curls.
Gone was the chill of the night, as our labored breath gave birth to such heat as the skin to skin we danced, an echo of the moon's soft glow shimmering on our bare skin.
I have loved, and have been loved, but this was beyond love... this was a meeting of souls, a merging of two hearts where our very essences intertwined in a dance as ancient as time.
It went beyond simple affection, becoming a sacred space where desire and devotion came together. This wasn't just an experience; it was a revelation, an awakening of something deep and enduring.
Like a poem, crafted by the greatest artist, he wove me through peaks I had only read about in stories. Together we discovered this—discovered us—identified our essence, until we surrendered to bliss and drifted into a dream.
In the sacred hush of our embrace, my eyes fluttered open to find his face in peaceful slumber, bathed in the soft golden kiss of morning light.
A smile curved my lips as I traced his features with my fingertips, etching each contour into memory. The recollection of the night before surged through me, sending a flush of warmth to my cheeks.
"Good morning, Luv," my heart stirred to the sound of his morning-gruff voice, even before his honeyed eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning, Angel," I answered back, he indeed took me to heaven.