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Sun and Moon
She knew it wouldn't be anything else but what it is, yet that didn't stop her from wishing just a little. The wishing didn't stop the stinging tears from grazing her plain sad face. Tears are the perfect accessory to go with the broken heart and fractured soul he gave her.
She doesn't love by halves. She doesn't do anything by halves. Every emotion, every action was done with full power and passion - anger, frustration, affection, hate and love - all unleashed with extreme intensity.
Each of them had a secret weapon; something they'd pull out only for extreme cases of the direst emergencies. She had her eyes and her patented cat like stretch that makes her every muscle taut and on display. He teases with the curve of his lips. He could charm the birds out of the sky if he chose to, and if he really wanted to, he could charm Jesus off his cross.
She tasted like the best parts of Summer sprinkled with Christmas. He tasted like life when life was good. He could pluck surprises from thin air just like she could pluck sighs and moans from him with just a brush of her fingers. Her body language is so eloquent and in it, she's very articulate.
They'd search for God in each others' arms. His pretty mouth frames the words and phrases that disposes of her faith in herself. His hands and lips on her skin were like Psalms and angelic choir. He was her religion and she was nothing but devout.
But when the sun claimed the sky, she knew her faith would be tested. He'd leave before she woke, before the sheets got cold, before she could even register that he was there.
All she could do was patiently wait. Wait, even if it was forever. Forever's a long time to be alone but not enough to be together.
She doesn't love by halves. She doesn't do anything by halves. Every emotion, every action was done with full power and passion - anger, frustration, affection, hate and love - all unleashed with extreme intensity.
Each of them had a secret weapon; something they'd pull out only for extreme cases of the direst emergencies. She had her eyes and her patented cat like stretch that makes her every muscle taut and on display. He teases with the curve of his lips. He could charm the birds out of the sky if he chose to, and if he really wanted to, he could charm Jesus off his cross.
She tasted like the best parts of Summer sprinkled with Christmas. He tasted like life when life was good. He could pluck surprises from thin air just like she could pluck sighs and moans from him with just a brush of her fingers. Her body language is so eloquent and in it, she's very articulate.
They'd search for God in each others' arms. His pretty mouth frames the words and phrases that disposes of her faith in herself. His hands and lips on her skin were like Psalms and angelic choir. He was her religion and she was nothing but devout.
But when the sun claimed the sky, she knew her faith would be tested. He'd leave before she woke, before the sheets got cold, before she could even register that he was there.
All she could do was patiently wait. Wait, even if it was forever. Forever's a long time to be alone but not enough to be together.
