The night belonged to them. They
had that. As she studied the stars, I
also examined a celestial body. Her
hair, delicate soft, flowed as gentle as the astral either of the most
beautiful nebulae. Following the flow,
my eyes were drawn to her shoulders supple as the rounded formations of the
distant Mars. This was so sharp in
contrast to her a jaw carved from the strongest bite in an fallen meteorite. Her lips reflected Mercury in the rapid quick capture could carry the ambrosia of the gods, or they
could remain a silent sentinel burning hot with the heat of the sun. The fast furious light from her eyes captured
the death and birth of ten thousand suns.
The tension of the teetering explosions only briefly held in check just
as her passions. Like a comet, she
forever faced the sun letting the glory of her tail flow behind.
Then she looked at me.
Suddenly, a new study arose. Her
smile, her eyes, were now gazing calling life into my soul.
In our movements slight towards the other the eye of Jupiter became the
unspoken. A tumultuous tempest that had raged burning
red for centuries in the skies—this storm.
Forever it waited, waiting—just moments from the point. Crying for release it waited, though it could
feel it’s grip slipping fast. The
lightning was ready to race across the sky.
Only waiting for the moment… that explosive moment of contact. With a gentle brush against her cheek and my
pressing in… the planets had aligned and with a kiss... the harmonic convergence began.
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