Her heart was beating, his mind racing.
The soft beats of Claude Debussy ran circles in the background.
His breath was fresh, Wint-o-mint lifesavers with a touch of the diet coke he had for lunch the very same day.
Her shirt was new, never worn, no story to tell, until now.
He wore Calvin Klein, with the soft deluded undertone of laundry detergent.
Her scent was a little heavy on Japanese flower blossom from bath & body works.
Both Simultaneously closed their eyes and anticipated what would come of this.
Defying gravity her heart soared to new heights.
The split second, where they were close enough to feel the dry cracks on each others lips
but too far to completely indulge in each others warmth, passed and they were one.
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