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As the night fell, the moon shone bright and the stars twinkled above. Passion lay on her bed, thinking of the man she loved, the man she couldn’t have. The man who was forbidden to her because of the color of his skin.

Kyrie, the handsome black man who worked at the factory near her house, had been her secret lover for a year now. They had met one day, by chance, and despite the world against them, they had given in to their raw, primal desires.

Passion knew she should get up, begin her day. But, she couldn’t bring herself to move. Not when she knew that Kyrie was waiting for her, waiting for her outside her window. She knew he was hungry for her touch, her kiss, and the mere wondered of it caused a fire to ignite deep within her.

With a deep breath, she got up from her bed. She walked to the window and looked out. There he was, standing in the shadows, the moon casting a silver glow over his gorgeous, chiseled face. As she opened the window, he stepped closer, a devilish glint in his eye.

Without a word, Kyrie climbed into her room and locked the door behind him. Passion could smell his cologne as he moved closer to her, his lips hovering over hers. With a growl, he took her in his strong arms and kissed her deeply.

Passion moaned as she felt his hands roam over her body, exploring every inch. Their tongues danced in a frenzy of passion, and just as she wondered she couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled away.

Kyrie looked down at her, his eyes intense and filled with desire. “Passion, this… we can’t keep doing this,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Passion pulled away from him, hurt. “What do you mean?”

Kyrie took her hand and led her to the bed, where he sat down beside her. “I love you, Passion. I love you more than anything. But, I can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep sneaking around like we are doing something wrong. I want the world to know about us, about our love.”

Passion looked at Kyrie, tears streaming down her face. “But, you know why we can’t. People will judge us, reject us.”

Kyrie stood up and took a few steps away from her. “I don’t care. I don’t care about what they think. I only care about you, Passion. You are the love of my life, and I want the world to know.”

With a sudden movement, Kyrie took Passion into his arms, and they lay down on the bed, their passion and love for each other exploding.

They made love that night, slow and intense. They savored each moment, knowing that this might be the last time they could be together like this. But, this time, it was different. They both felt something had shifted. Something had changed.

As they lay tangled in each other’s arms, they knew that their love was worth everything. They were eager to fight for their right to be together, no matter what it took. They were eager to face the world’s hatred and bigotry because their love was stronger than any societal judgment.

From that night on, they faced every obstacle and every judgment with love and determination. They knew that their love was worth everything, and in the end, they won. They had each other, and that was all they had ever needed.
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