Eileen Merced
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First Night
As the sunset bids farewell and night knocks on the door, she steps out dressed in her black dress, shining like the stars. The moon appears, casting its light, and the stars begin to dance to the rhythm of the night. Time passes, and the date almost comes to an end. The first night begins, and all you can hear is silence and the beating of your heart. That night—the first night—was one to remember. It was a night you didn’t want to end, a night you wished could last forever. It was a night that walked through the door both fragile and strong. A night where words transformed into touches, and glances turned into warm hugs that penetrated the heart, leaving behind marks full of tenderness, respect, and love.
By Eileen Mercedabout a year ago in Confessions
