We are wrapped in a Cloak. Of darkness. Of night. Forever lost in the shadows. And as you touch me I feel as if I'm Dreaming, Floating, Falling, Euphoric. But this is real I am awake. We wrap the cloak tightly around ourselves As the Night continues it's Sorcery.
Reason for writing:
When someone has the ability to send your head spinning with
a simple word or touch. It's the most incredible thing.
It's like living a dream
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