Sitting in the haze of afternoon sunlight.
Yellow rays breezed through the vertical white,
blinding vision and kissing her skin with an unfiltered glow.
The idle nature of the cushioned mattress
and the daze of libidinal energy.
The shadow cast by millions of worries softened into
flecks of skin and caramel eyes.
Time lapsed like folds of cream and dough.
The smell of chocolate traveled from the stove to the bedroom in sugary bursts.
If the world was perfect,
it would stay like this for just awhile longer.
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