He took her by the wrists and slowly rose them up against the wall. It was hott and the sun was rising. The air was thick and sensual. He forged himself into the crevaces of her being, tucking his chin into the nape of her neck, his arms tangled with hers dropping with every move, breathing with every touch, existing as one, becoming immortal for one moment in time while the world rushed around them.The sounds of deep breaths and uncontrolled ecstasy, the city below rushing by, beeping, creating an unxplainable music to their beat, every inch, every sound, every motion encapsulating them, taking them surrender to the sins of the flesh and releasing itself into their high forever posed on the roof top where only God could see. Adam and Eve might have had Eden but I've got music bleeding through my soul.
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