"Some loves taste like the night - sweet, dark, and endless, leaving traces of stardust on the tongue." - Poet
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You taste as if twilight were— lavender swirling like smoke from the earth licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull a sweetness both dark and divine. Your skin sparkles with starlight electric and soft as moth wings. We sip the pink sky lemonade lakes cascade through our fingers time unspools between our hands while the past drinks from our open palms. The air crackles with floating florets each breath a promise, unspoken but heard. If love were a color it'd be you— violet and velvet honey and slow-mountain dew the universe holds its breath; galaxies halt their ancient waltz as they struggle to name us. And if forever had a flavor it would stain my tongue— sweet, dark, endless— a love so vast even creation forgets what came before it. We are the first poem ever written and the last song left unsung our love the verse that never fades— Just like lavender licorice and lemonade lakes.
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