When the spell breaks …

Oh how I wish that spells were never broken.

There’s something so spiritual about being with another while under a beautiful veil.



No one else exists.

Breathless moments of intensity.

Words shared while leaning forward, hoping to simply become a part of another’s space.

Wishing that time would stand still.

I want to press my cheek against warm skin and simply be in that moment.


But spells become broken and the coldness seeps in to dispel the fragrant warmth …

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