Salmon-pink hue over the midnight crescent moon (LGBTQ)

A story that is based on the wildest fantasy of mine which I wish would have been partially true somehow...

To my Tsuki

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She was the utopia of my imagination like a sculpture sculpted from the Greek era by the divine god himself, and I couldn't help but touch her delicate palm like a boom of rose and still desire more but what a shame! That it was our natural destiny to be born with the same doctrine that taught us to love a man who was destined to be yours, not another woman wishing to fill his blank space,

Or did the god make a mistake? Of making us both women?

When we desire otherwise for each other's sake?!