Romantic Starry Night Encounter With a Stranger

Floating above the heavens.

The world was coming down, and the clouds were about to crumble into ash. Whereas trees would blow over, flying in the current of the winds like spider webs in the autumn. Ocean waves towering a hundred feet high needed to fall and wash away all of existence. The sands of time would reverse into a serene new paradise, where all was good. That’s how I feel tonight, under the stars, away from the world, with him. On a romantic starry night, my heart begins to flutter. I watch as it drifts off into the crisp air, never to return again.

I believe I’m in love, or so they say, in poems, storybooks, and tales from long ago. Drifting away from the city high, I came looking for peace in the tropical forest. The hours pass when you indulge yourself in the nature within and around you. I sit upon a grassy hill where purple flowered trees surround me. I feel my mind levitating out of my head. The clouds are mesmerizing, somehow I can’t believe it to be true. Maybe if I was a god I could scoop it with the palms of my hands and confirm how soft they feel.

At the peak of the sky, beams of light shoot up, exposing yellow, purple, pink, and blue hues. The thunder rumbles throughout the steep tropical creeks. Lightning dances within the perfectly fluffed clouds, exposing a greater array of the mixture of painted colors. This is the place we met, where our hearts swirled and danced in sweet harmony. His eyes are a beautiful golden-brown sea of copper. The grooves of his lips align perfectly with their shape, enhancing his beautiful charm. His voice turns to harmony with each word that dances out; filling my ears with their affection.

Where one becomes two under a romantic starry night sky.

I love this man so much. This stranger that once belonged in this world. He holds me tight within his grasp and I begin to feel yet again.  The earth rumbles, it’s a sudden earthquake. Emotions are so strong they could move mountains. We plunge into the ice-cold waters and rise exposing our bare naked skin and touching one another. A romantic starry night glistens above like water beams dripping down a window and the universe spins, we are the center. Foreign metallic sheets lay upon the sharp itchy grass. To my side is a burning beauty, an orange and red light show that burns at the touch.

His hands press against my cheeks, they’re so cold, his lips press against mine and that’s when it burns. Then my heart spins into a non-stop frenzy, becoming a tornado. His beautiful melodic words dance with a vibrance between my ear drums. Then, he lays me down on the now, warm metallic plate. He has a way of stripping me down before physically placing a finger on me. My exposed body shoots nerves throughout my skin, and mini-mountains emerge. He creates life. His lips press against my cheeks, they follow the natural path down my neck.

Romantic starry night reveals its magical nature.

There’s no way to resist the urge to grip the itchy grass by my sides when his lips meet the other side. The stars dance above me, what a beautiful romantic starry night. Desperately starved, I push myself upwards, adjusting into a position where one becomes two. We consume one another until completion. The feeling is too strong, the typhoon builds up and destroys everything in its path. Hearts are racing, first mine, then his, beat at the same rhythm. His arms don’t let go, instead, I sink into him; it’s where I’m happiest.

Our minds and bodies drift on into an infinite sleep, the air grows colder, and the night brighter. Consequently, the sun no longer seeks us in the depths of the hidden jungle. We hide amongst the rivers, under the smoke of the fire, living within the shadows of the trees.

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