𝘛𝘏𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘚

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In this thunderstorm we could barely hear the music
As we swayed to each side locking my eyes in yours,
Zoning in and out of your world with the sudden high pitch of the music,
Reminding us that we were dancing

Your hands travelled from my waist to my jawline,
When we couldn't hear the music anymore,
Your thumb brushed against my skin,
As our souls connected with a single thread of breath

The Walkman blushed so hard that it started humming a soft tune,
To the rhythm of our tongues that intertwined,
While our hearts burst into confetti,
The whole world was sleeping in this aftermath of the vicious sun in summer

It was raining and thundering so loud now,
As you trailed sloppy kisses down my neck

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