Lazulibundtcake: They kiss in the bookshop. They kiss in the Bentley. They kiss on the bus. They kis…

Lazulibundtcake: They kiss in the bookshop. They kiss in the Bentley. They kiss on the bus. They kiss in Rome. They kiss on the wall, beneath the wall, before the Fall, before the War. They kiss in a cottage, in the desert, a field of flowers, on the beach, on a boat, in a cave, among the stars. They kiss in doorways and closets, against walls, on couches, chairs, benches, tables, bridges, while flying, while drinking, after eating apples, after eating dessert. They kiss chastely, hungrily, worshipfully. They kiss a thousand times, they kiss and can’t stop kissing. They kissed once 600 years ago. They kiss with closed eyes, open eyes, human, not human, in their celestial forms. They kiss in sunlight, they kiss in rain, in the still of night, in the roaring of a storm, watching the sunset, at the break of dawn. They kiss fingertips, palms, throats, jaws, eyelids, lips, foreheads, wings, smiles, rings, tattoos. They kiss each other, always.

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