When the Sun Kisses the Horizon

It was once my favorite scenery until he painted it with awful colors.

"Tell me. How could I ever look up to it again like how I used to?!"

"I'll make sure you remember nothing but me... when you look up to it again. Trust me, baby... I'll make sure of that," he whispered tenderly as he leaned closer. His lips fondled mine and I was immediately so lost into a rapturous pleasure.

And the sun who kisses the horizon, witnessed it all.