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Her voice reached out to me by the camp’s roaring firelightbut it was never meant for these ears,these weathered outlaws in hiding.Felt something like walking in ontwo lovers right as longing lips meetand your cold heart melts as helplesslyas frost gleams clear on still flowersfrom such a sudden warmth thatyou were never meant to be a part of.I would have to quietly pull away and keep that fast pulse beat a secretlike I have too many times before when I was younger and gave too much of myself away,when we needed each other so much more than we ever knew how to say.But her voice reached out to Ankara escort me throughthe night firelight flickering wildlyeven if it wasn’t meant for me,never meant for men who live on the run.I could feel a history humming through her bones,could hear church bells chime on an August everight as the night turns to amber and I thoughtshe turned to leave but a breast pressed closeto share a quiet thunder soft and true in the chestand a warm wind danced just enough to carrythe sound of a promise made under a stretching sky.Felt like the sweetest sin to keepsomething Ankara escort bayan so beautiful all to myself,the taste of honey rushing over lips,eyes shimmering the way they only dowhen taken inside such heat to make life,to make something beyond ourselveswhen we loved each other morethan we ever know how to say.I would never again pull away if given another chance,if she sang to me once more with such tender chords,nothing could ever break this heart or our ties again,there’d be a warmth to forever be a part of.Her voice reached out to me past Escort Ankara the softly fading firelight like it has for years before another life,we were on the run from another war that left all of us to try and build something good again,it was meant for those who felt alone for far too long within their own skinfor all lovers who felt that tide ebbing beyond any land or ocean between us.I would never be able to tell that storyor know the shape of her heart now,like the embers dancing as she sings,briefly sparking from a touch before snuffed out in the cold dark just for being what they were,beautiful and bright but only meant to glow with a song soon to be gone.But her voice still reaches for meafter the fire no longer flaresand though I’m no longer so young,to hear those tender chords once more,I would give all of myself away.I would love you more than I could ever know how to say. 

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