The beautiful and endless spaces remain stamped in our history. You in that dress, in the carmine smiles and kisses. The laughter under a tropical moon. Me in that techno style chic. Like foxes in Spring, bright eyed and bushy tail running in the wind.
The world was new. The possibilities endless. There was music on the sand. Cool drinks and tasty flavours. The warm breeze from the sea on our skin. There was bliss. Nights in white satin indulging in the art of kama.
Sideway glances. Accidental touches as we strolled along the shore. Fingers interlaced for a brief moment. The little boats in the tide. Our palpitating hearts merging in the waves of novelty.
The walls glowed, and the floor undulated with its own symmetry. The laws of physics glittered in new configurations. We laughed in the fractal, and the forms it created on the edges of its flow. I traced our story with my finger, and a butterfly blossomed on your lips.
In the beginning there was only us. The wild flower. A mythic tale unknown. So we conjured up the moon on the altar, and she was our silent witness.
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Quedate Luna by Devendra Banhart
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