That moment where you finally let go, and open yourself up with some invisible knife, to expose your insides, a searing feeling, both hot and cold at the same time.
And every little piece of energy you used holding back all this time comes spilling out, an explosion of your lips, your hands, against that person's lips, that person's body.
And the moment lasts for what feels like a short eternity. You simply can't let them go now that they're finally yours.
Just seems like a pretty thing to feel.

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