The Moment

Posted on August 30, 2018 by Beauty in Poetry

It was the moment

I climbed into your arms

Ready for me

My fingers, your nape

There was no escape

Squeezing, we left bruises

Blood rushing

To our skin

This was our win

Published by Beauty

Beast says:

August 30, 2018 at 7:15 am

Victory for hearts,
Running an endless race.
Golden is our prize,
Ending at pace.
Fall into me,
Catching our breath.
Feel our high,
We won the ultimate test.
Stand on the podium,
We’ll show triumph, pride.
Show the world champions,
I’m yours, your mine.

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1. Beauty says:
  
  August 30, 2018 at 11:59 pm
  
  ☠️☠️🏆
  
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  1. Beast says:
    
    August 31, 2018 at 5:53 am
    
    ☠☠
    
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