Dusk Above the Horizon
We are in his perfection

Again after Cakra's recited prayer melted the beautiful union of the two lips between them, still in a gentle and polite way he linked their lips, Dusk stiffened a little, let the chakras touch in a beautiful way on the recessed part in two beautiful symbols of natural pink.

Very smooth and unhurried, he moved to sip every soft part of the beautiful symbol of the speaker, sinking Dusk to a tenderness that had never been obtained before.

Her husband moved very carefully, he knew this would be the first time for Dusk in between his life experiences, not rushing, creating one moment that would not be forgotten.

He still sipped his sweet early lips like the moon where the beautiful fingers of Cakra on his right had moved down each beautiful skin as soft as the baby's skin, too subtle to make the fingers unconsciously through each masterpiece Allah SWT perfectly created.

Even his left fingers reflexively touched the hair of Dusk and held his head, further deepening the sip after sip that occurred on the lips of both of them where Dusk began to follow the beautiful rhythm presented by Cakra.

Only reflex movements occur, unplanned replies to what her husband gives her, natural instincts move suddenly where everything eventually just goes, like the water that finds its way to move flows following each axis of the road in front of it.

Somehow Cakra did his thing, he had lowered a cloth as soft as silk that covered the beautiful skin parts belonging to his angel one by one, the man seemed to know when the best time and when it was not good to bring Dusk on an alien adventure that he had never passed.

Too careful is also gentle, loving and loving, where the fingers of the man begin to suppress every part of the beauty offered to him, like the young pianist who is so good at playing every piano keys given to him, nursing all the layers of beautiful skin that are in front of the eyes, let the fingers continue to move exploring along the beautiful tones that intoxicate the listener.

Several times the man praised the perfection of His creation, which was presented to him in an extraordinary way, saying a prayer behind endless gratitude.

Dusk does not know what sense hit him, Cakra is so good at carrying himself, taking him on an adventure to the, grasping each of the most sensitive parts of him and dragging himself to the center of pleasure he had never felt before.

Too beautiful when he could feel every time the man drowned himself at the point of beautiful taste made Dusk repeatedly emit a foreign sound that was quite embarrassing for himself, the more she tries to hold her back the stronger the chakra pulls her on the whirlpool of contentment-filled love.

He has no superpower to escape, though sometimes a sense of alienation makes him want to leave, but the tenderness and hospitality Cakra presents makes him drown in a whirlpool that drifts away.

Several times the girl tried to find a grip, the man gently put their fingers together, knowing how the taste hit the Twilight, he grasped a delicate hand that began to feel comfortable at each touch that Cakra offered.

Sweep by sweep through every layer of the Earth's atmosphere, several times there is a strange absorption that leaves a trace of foreign color on the neck to the part of two chewy parts that continue to be protected by thick cloth on the left and right sides during this time, so far, only when he bathed did their Protectors come off but were again covered by a silky sack cloth that continued to protect himself, but today Cakra is down his path with a new touch that can intoxicate him, he said, even sweep after sweep is presented by the man through a strange feeling that is able to make Dusk repeatedly close his eyeballs because of shame, he was lulled, unable to fight, he was unable to fight back, enjoying all the foreign treatment that feels so special.

Where did the man take his wife? well, of course, bringing Dusk to wade through the beautiful merging of two beautiful masterpieces, where he began to let himself down through each layer of the earth from top to bottom there, where he began to let himself down, explore the beautiful layers of the entire untouched skin of the earth, let yourself sweep and explore yourself from the top of the Himalayas then descend into the most beautiful tropical forests in the world.

Hands and feet walked down every beautiful path that was before his eyes, without any defects and gaps that hampered his beautiful journey, like the river water that leads Cakra to continue down his path without anyone's interference.

Dusk repeatedly closed his eyeballs, feeling a strange sensation that makes him dizzy, not because the dizzy asked to stop, but dizzy in the hope of all so as not to end quickly.

The more the girl makes a shameful sound from behind her beautiful lips the more clever the chakra drowns Dusk on new adventures that sometimes make his wife's body vibrate many times over the excruciatingly intoxicating sensations inside her.

They are like two newborn babies who have nothing, without a layer of silk or other covering cloth, Horizon begins a beautiful union between them,but before that the man stared in the twilight face filled with sweaty circles in every layer of the skin of his wife's beautiful face.

Cold AC is not able to cool the atmosphere in the room dominates the white color.

"Darling?"

Cakra asked the heavenly owner for permission, staring at my eyes twilight which was helpless under his power.

The girl looked at her husband's shahdu, nodding her head with a reddened hue of embarrassment hitting her.

Obtaining the legitimate permission of his halal lover, Cakra again moves to start his adventure, this time slowly and carefully the man guides himself, and the, making a union in the contest between two human children created complement each other.

By Allah Dusk tightened the grip on her husband's body, as she felt a strange sensation burst into her, until at last the right hand of Dusk restrained her husband's chest, he tried to hold his breath because of one foreign object as if it was splitting itself.

"Dragon"

So sick, it made him sweat cold, too sick to make the twilight eyeballs dew just like that.

Cakra paused, holding his arms on both sides of the bed, he stared at Dusk in a meaningful gaze, yet looked sad as if wanting to end.

"illness?"

One question darted behind Cakra's lips, he completely stopped, letting half of himself still sink down there.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you, we just stop"

The man thought it might be too early, intending to stop, he swore he would never hurt Dusk let alone make the girl in front of him who almost became a whole woman cry because of him.

The man was ready to stop, but Dusk grabbed Cakra's neck, linked himself and allowed himself to sink into her husband's arms.

"Move slowly"

He couldn't possibly have asked Cakra to stop, this was his obligation, to be delayed until the next day anyway, in the end a day like this couldn't possibly not have happened.

Silent chakra, gently kissing the top of his wife's head, whispered softly in question.

"Related?"

"Hmmm"

The man tried to be introspective, stressing every action, again trying to bring his wife on a new adventure with very careful movements.

As the true adventurer said, there is no first taste that does not make the entire layer of your skin as if it were not split, Dusk felt it, when the stranger hit him, he was torn, he was torn apart, it was as if the layer of Ari's skin was torn and smashed into the crown of the head.

Initially excruciating but Cakra is too good at bringing himself in heavenly unification to bring him to the navel of love that is able to re-submerge himself in the beauty of the heaven of the world, he fell asleep and was carried away by the flow of the poet's Love game that chanted various kinds of love songs and increasingly submerged himself in the ultimate pleasure that he had never felt and only the first time he enjoyed.

Dusk repeatedly issued a foreign sound where each time the sound in the pleasure of the song humming more and more make the energy Cakra more crazy and endless.

The man is so strong in adventure that it does not stop again, again and again, making Dusk repeatedly also tighten his grip.

The man wonderfully and lovingly presented a world of colour, throwing something inside him, filling his whole body with the burning fire of love, bringing him to the beauty of the seventh heaven, and offering the love of the Greek god who intoxicated his goddess, Dusk sank so far, flew up to the seventh heaven, clutching much there in the embrace of Cakra, he was lulled, he was lulled, feeling careless and crumbling in the waves of the navel of Love that her husband offered her.

Hands interlock with each other, to attract them to the center of endless essential pleasure, to the point of, until at last a flood spilled on the aftershocks on the waterfall that hit hard on each of the deepest walls of the earth layer below there in the embrace of the Beautiful prayer that offered their chakras.

Allahummaj’alnuthfatna dzurriyyatan thayyibah”

Meaning: O Allah, may the water we give out produce good offspring.

And it ends with another prayer for the dessert of the adventurer's perfect dish which may reoccur upon the energy that may return at any time.

“Alhamdulillaahi Lladzii Khalaqa Maa I Basyaraa,”

Meaning: Praise be to Allah who has made this semen into man (hered).

"Thank you for the love you have entrusted me with, baby. I love you, I love you Twilight, very"

Amidst the tiredness of Dusk, Cakra kissed the entire surface of his facial skin from his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, chin and lips, passing thanks until Dusk felt so appreciated, closed with a word of love that makes Dusk increasingly feel loved by the man who is the owner of his heart.

Tired twilight, while closing his eyeballs returned Cakra's words with the simplest words.

"I also love you my husband, the owner of my heart, the future father of my children"

With a faint smile, Dusk immersed himself in the arms of Cakra where the men pulled the white domineering blanket that they had forgotten under the layer of red scraps of bedding slowly dried up there.

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Note \= first night language that the author uses as soft as Dusk over the horizon, do not want to overdo it for fear of destroying the beauty of the story.

another than usual, but the author believes this is beautiful, more beautiful than any story offerings the author has ever written before.

💋💋💋❤️❤️❤️.