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Water droplets lay in your hair like laced pearls, reflecting mini beams of light into my eye. You smell like roses and jasmine, a nicely aged wine, a spring evening. You resonate like alpenglow, and you make the cold in my chest long for your inevitable warm.

He, pushing those drops of water together on your hair, forcing it flat. He, gently pulling his hand over more and more skin, he, with a smile that held no secret - a smile that betrayed his longing plain as day.

I can still sense those roses in my teeth, the thorns biting against my lip, so that all I taste after a while is a combination red. Even though they've long disappeared, stuck in back chapters of a book lost long ago, I can still taste it, can still imagine that pool of red at my feet and your smile, that unlike your current companion's, held secrets far beyond my reach. Secrets that I simultaneously wanted and did not want to touch.

Let me not ruin perfection this time. Let me swing one leg over another, the pale skin there rubbing against more pale skin, let me bake in the sun and let me forget. Let me indulge in what little patience I have left and banish the memory of your roses, your secrets.

He, ruining perfection for me. And you, destined to be smudged over and over, a perfection nobody can attain or handle. Destined to rise in the east and set in the west, to forget all memory of the night and what we might have been able to bring back.

Description
Water droplets lay in your hair like laced pearls, reflecting mini beams of light into my eye. You smell like roses and jasmine, a nicely aged wine, a spring evening. You resonate like alpenglow, and you make the cold in my chest long for your inevitable warm.

He, pushing those drops of water together on your hair, forcing it flat. He, gently pulling his hand over more and more skin, he, with a smile that held no secret - a smile that betrayed his longing plain as day.

I can still sense those roses in my teeth, the thorns biting against my lip, so that all I taste after a while is a combination red. Even though they've long disappeared, stuck in back chapters of a book lost long ago, I can still taste it, can still imagine that pool of red at my feet and your smile, that unlike your current companion's, held secrets far beyond my reach. Secrets that I simultaneously wanted and did not want to touch.

Let me not ruin perfection this time. Let me swing one leg over another, the pale skin there rubbing against more pale skin, let me bake in the sun and let me forget. Let me indulge in what little patience I have left and banish the memory of your roses, your secrets.

He, ruining perfection for me. And you, destined to be smudged over and over, a perfection nobody can attain or handle. Destined to rise in the east and set in the west, to forget all memory of the night and what we might have been able to bring back.