Random writing!

     His lips pressed firmly against mine, and last minutes of fighting disappeared, transformed into the intensity of the kiss. My fingers slid up to his shoulders, and were brushed by the chill of rain-soaked hair; but the passion encircling us steamed in the late spring rain. For a few perfect seconds, we were once again invincible. 

     Our lips separated and we continued our walk with our fingers laced together; with our footsteps following the beat of our hearts and the pounding rain, we splashed onward.



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