Dying Sun

She says she wants kisses beneath a dying sun. So I sacrifice my light for her pleasure of the moment. Future moments lost for the grace of a smile. How perfect the sacrifice is when it is never felt. I cherish the kisses and feel my life return. No need to yearn for love that was never lost.

J.C.C.

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9 thoughts on “Dying Sun

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  2. I love kissing as much as I like crawling in to bed after a long day. It’s almost the same kind of release. It’s funny how a kiss can melt away our preoccupations.

    This little bit, it was rather sweet. ❤

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