.V. Rapturous Embrace

World could crumble and I would not care, for I am already in paradise.

The room around us is obscured by the curtain of deep red dreadlocks her hair forms as she drowns out the noise from the world outside with wordless whispers in my ear.

And in these moments of shared passion, I am constantly more convinced that I might love her.

Surely when morning comes, the light of the rising sun will illuminate the truth of these emotions, that love is but an illusion to someone like me: a hopeless romantic, a foolish man dreaming foolish dreams. 

And yet in these magical moments where there exists only her gentle touch, the joy of our bodies intertwining, and the smile in her eyes, this love is real enough for the both of us.

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