sunset by chris. she always insisted on making love while bathed in the colors of the sunset. we'd wait until the sun had started to go down, then go to the backyard and take off all our clothes. she'd lie down and i'd climb on top of her and our cream colored skin turned shades of orange and red. the whites in her eyes would turn a fiery orange and she'd stare at me for a while, then up at the burning sky as we finished and the fire would die down to coals, then dark blue ash. i quietly left when the fireflies were playing in the ash the night i realized she had a child growing in her stomach. it wasn't until later that i learned that the reason we have such beautiful sunsets on earth is because of the high amounts of pollution in the atmosphere.

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