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The lost hoursthe expectation in wantingto travel and get awaylove’s attention begs,she says,“Take me with you.”Travel timeis now upon us bothhands grip each other in a waythat mirrors the wantclutched up closewe store our bags away. Comfortabley awayfrom coach. You place in my handa remote. Her playful smilereturns.

Someway, somehowI found myselfFalling. Someway, somehowYou caught meit wasn’t untilyou kissed meI knewyou were the girl. Ancient expectationscame when I asked youto make our perfect contractI calledand you followedme. Just mebecause thesefirst timesrest quietly,waiting,for someone to answer. Only you. Just you,falling forwardwhisperingthe forbidden wordsin a languageI had to learn. All you askedis that I prayalongside…

The hour swayedClose against your voiceI promise to follow youup to that edgecome, let’s jump. The air pulls luring you back ineyes lock onto beautyjust like beforewe’re here againin love. The focus is stronger nowtaking what I’ve missedclaiming the girlhealed palms to fistsI take her wristsstretched on tiptoesshe crawls forwardI want thisher mouth begs. Centeredon…

The clutching temptationsoftly playsand from way over hereI can clearly feelmy mouth super closestill whisperinga lover’s tale. Late night,the music struggledto cover the roomwords are barely spoken the ancient contracthas been signedand agreed uponcenturies ago. My eyes,they refuse to let gostruggling to keep you dressedminutes dissolvein a precious liquidthe pretty hourswork against my memory. It’s…

Have I mentioned,or have I forgottenthe way in whichyou get meto whisper your name. Forever,is in our titlethat blessed storywhere I am torndrawn on your special papernot likethe time you posednude for classroom of strangers. It goes to showthat sharingis sacredI guessor supposethat’s howour storywill go.