The End
She stood before him, exposed in every sense. He stood before her and drank the beauty she portrayed. Hearts beating faster than a mocking-jay’s wings, filling the room with an upbeat song, two hearts beating in sync. Slowly, tenderly he lifted his arm strong and pale; she stared forward as it glided through the moist air so graceful in it’s decent. He aimed to touch her, feel her, know her. Skin softer than velvet, dark mahogany; rich with scars of pain and torture. She stood before him exposed in every sense weeping in his arms.
The water she lay in hotter than fire, dyed a red so beautiful she was hypnotised. Heart beat slowing, calming as she saw him; a wondrous smile pulling at her paling lips. She stared at him not, in all his glory as he wept tears blood red.
"I’m finally home" She whispered.
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