It was the euphoria after we first had sex, you know.
The instant glow, the longing of being together.
I saw him leaning against the wall looking out the bedroom window.
As I say the words, "Honey what are you doing over there, come here please."
The euphoric chemicals inside of my brain, I just couldn't get enough of him you see.
He turns around looking at me, with a seductive smile, and walks over to me crawling over our bed.
As his lips are brought to me I knew this kiss would be epic you see.
His lips press against mine, and glide up then down slowly.
And I knew in that moment when I told the Pastor I said I do, I am forever bound to my soulmate.
In that moment of euphoric ecstasy, I couldn't forget this moment.
The glow of my ultimate connection to my new husband.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
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