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    The evening is described as written in italics, defining it as a moment in time would be a sin. The speaker is riding in silence with a friend, unsure of what the universe is saying or how to speak without hesitation as scenes from their long friendship replay in their head. Their drive is unusually wordless. The speaker remembers being kissed passionately by their friend, feeling alive after being under a spell, as their lips were used like a canvas in a hunger hidden for close to a decade. The speaker is left speechless.

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    Love, lust and heated romance between two lovers that are wrongly together.

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    That morning after

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    The evening is described as written in italics, defining it as a moment in time would be a sin. The speaker is riding in silence with a friend, unsure of what the universe is saying or how to speak without hesitation as scenes from their long friendship replay in their head. Their drive is unusually wordless. The speaker remembers being kissed passionately by their friend, feeling alive after being under a spell, as their lips were used like a canvas in a hunger hidden for close to a decade. The speaker is left speechless.

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    That Morning After

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    The evening is described as written in italics, defining it as a moment in time would be a sin. The speaker is riding in silence with a friend, unsure of what the universe is saying or how to speak without hesitation as scenes from their long friendship replay in their head. Their drive is unusually wordless. The speaker remembers being kissed passionately by their friend, feeling alive after being under a spell, as their lips were used like a canvas in a hunger hidden for close to a decade. The speaker is left speechless.

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    The evening of this year has been a script written in italics mostly.

    To define it
    as a space in time I understand will be a mortal sin. Am in no awareness of what
    this big mast of the universe means to say to me and as we ride away in silence,
    you and I both know that this is all new to our friendship.

    This silence may choke me to death if it must. I am still unsure if I will make out
    a sentence without hesitating, I have every line repeating in my head but for so
    many reasons beyond me, my utterance is lost. The heavyness in my head right now
    won't let me take my gaze away from this window. Before my eyes are episodes
    between you and I from all these years of knowing you and never in this history
    have our drives been this wordless.

    I wouldn't want to be disturbed in thought either.

    I know for sure, there is no artery under the sun that tells the godliness crafted
    in the way your lips have caressed mine all night. You took me out of a spell and
    breathed life inside me, with just the touch of your warm ripe melting lips. You
    used my lips like a spread canvas, nourishing every curve and line on them with
    strokes of your hungry passion, that you've hidden inside you for close to a decade
    now.

    Am speechless.

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