Another Word in Another World

He held me gently, almost as if his caresses were just wind touching my arms, the side of my face, my lips…

We laid down peacefully, a dark room inclosing us in our subtle bliss. We interlocked hands and bodies, morphing our souls into one, something only aligned hearts and minds can do, an intimate delicate feeling.

Too strong to call love,

But too fatal to call infinite.

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