City lights

The city stood, and he surrendered majestically at our feet; It was simply magic. The boulevards of London gave us their mysterious paving that venture. The lights of traffic were witness to our walk along those streets deserted, and clandestine alleys became the hideout of our kisses. Roads were extended to infinity and we burned their asphalt jumping, running; loving each other. There, away from the real world and the bustle that that which would begin once the Pact with the city ended, we play like two little girls through the streets, which were, for a few moments, our private playground.
Your arms around me, I I amake at them, and once more, you did shake my skin. Your dried your hand to guide me, and I knew that I with you would go to the last corner of the world.
And streetlights we stare when you made me love and I writhed in your touch while saying your name out loud. I susurraste to the ear that you went crazy and my pupils dilated. Your touch is my shelter and your lips my cure.

And night surprised subtending, lost in the city in which I love you. That night we brush the clouds and touch the Moon, skyscrapers were jealous of our dance in the stars.