A mystery rises, only soft breathing takes place. Too long has it been than to feel not youthful, as we truly are. Designed as a fine figure, the structures portray the simplest of beings. Wild again. To be blindly naive again, encouraging the risk to act without hesitation completely, again. The highest peak of happiness builds, like a sugar castle on a chocolate hill. Sweet to our liking, devilish and only satisfying. Careless with emotion for the drive to be true, be you, has fought endlessly to exist like living proof. The soft gesture to stop words with two luscious layers of tissue come to play, pressing forcefully just enough to distract the beating heart. Tickling the intuition with temptation, tempting enough to live without regards. Suddenly, our world stops, everything with soul pauses and the creation of a rustic romance has evolved. All from the motion of a love filled taste, now floats in the air we breathe. We want it all, without a doubt we do. And it is ours to claim, within a daring grasp to seize what we dream of, what it is we crave.
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