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Fireworks

Pulling me in a drawn out kiss. Lingering there in moments of silence. Time stood still for what seemed like hours. Close enough to feel each others breath, lips slightly touching, longing to hang on.
Eyes still closed. Waiting. Wondering, should we meet each others soft luscious lips once more, or pull away left to wonder?
Was it a test?
Perhaps love booming into the night sky, under the grand finale, of fireworks.

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