He asked if it was okay,

I gave a weak nod affirming my decision

Trusting his large eyes 

I turned to the sheets leaving my heart afloat, 

My mind bloomed its lotus dispersing random thoughts from the time before

The moonlight be our witness,

I allowed its light to reflect every corner of my heart

There was no perfection, 

Just the symphony of our desires floating…

History was created in ecstasy

All I could remember was white

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