Your caress against my neck, the intoxication of my soul, attaining a crescendo within my body.
Your kiss on my lips, the softness of your touch, the fervency encompasses our stringendo.
Our melodies intertwined, our embodiment kindled.
We feel a gentle rubato until the exaltation consumes us.
The look in your hazel eyes.
Sforzando...
Diminuendo...
Rellatanndo...
Staccato...
Kjærlighet <3
-Kait
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