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INTERLUDE
Skin.
Palest pink on darkest brown, fingers intertwined
Soft and rough, alternatively,
As hands fly fast over, desperate to memorize, and reciprocate
Desperate with this new feeling
Colors blending, pouring into one another as
A connection forms, brand new
But familiar
Forged out of friendship
As mouths meet and
minds finally reach the same page
As intertwined hands grip tighter and whispered names are finally heard
In between them, around them, in them and through them
Loving each other wholly without reservations;
Loving despite instead of because.
He says, your skin, so brown, smooth, like strong wood of towering oak, with just that right…spark
He says, your skin, so pale, ivory, like the moon in full, glowing bright like…metal, almost
He sighs, your eyes, so dark and electrifying
He sighs, your eyes, so bright and intelligent
He whispers, your hands, quick and exhilarating, every touch a jolt
He whispers, your hands, fast and agile, building me up
Both so warm that the heat threatens to shatter them
Counterpoints, opposites
But so alike
Completely understanding
I was made for you.