Author's Note: A bit ambiguous I suppose. But hopefully you get it.
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Black and White
It had always been a stark contrast, the colors clashing almost violently.
Black was darkness, it was wrapped in shadows, while white was vibrant, was wrapped in light.
The two colors weren't meant for each other—they were on opposite ends of the spectrum.
And yet, chocolate and vanilla combing was like heaven.
The dark rich color mixing with the pale white, creating a walking contraction but a masterpiece nonetheless.
The chocolate drowned the white, caressing the paleness into a sort of submission.
The white would cling to the black, wanting nothing more than to forever be imprinted, wanting nothing more than be seared with dark fingerprints.
And the two would mix, and the colors would become lost, would become a tangle of shades.
The colors would lose themselves in the dance, in the emotion.
Black would trail down the pale, would lick at the translucent vanilla, and white would arch into the touch, would press fevered promises to the dark expanse.
It was like poetry, like music, watching the colors meld—the black notes crisp against white paper, velvety words against airy tones.
Shocking green eyes would silently watch the dark skin shiver under their gaze.
While dark eyes pooled with depth, an endless pit that the green eyes couldn't help but get dragged into.
Dark lips would curve.
Red heart would skip a beat.
Green eyes would widen.
Brown eyes would flow with mirth.
White hot pleasure would blind vision.
Black fingers threaded with pale ones.
Colorful words were exchanged.
Pink lips would laugh.
Yes, black and white was glorious.
Black and white fit together perfectly.
Heavy Irish lit would fill the silence.
British tones would always echo.
Black and white was blurred.
Nothing but bliss remained.
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