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Her slender back reflects her thoughts.

She said nothing...

as she tied her fire red hair up.

Tilting her head to the side,

Slightly opening her mouth as she smiled.



Her full, feminine lips almost seemed to

match her hair, perfectly.

Blue, the color chosen for her eyes,

the color of water.

She makes me think,she makes me feel.



Her pale skin was almost transparent, almost



surreal.



Freckled streams flowing down her neck,

down her spine.

Curved, her waist, her figure,

becomes a wave of creamy satin.

Curiosity runs through me.



A soft breeze of almost unexplainable,

breathtaking smells fill the room.

A rush of ectacy runs through me,

as i gasp every undeniable, unbareble smell.

I breathe deeply, barely breathing at all.



I can only imagine what she sounds like,

Only imagining when both our eyes meet,

in that second, which seems like an eternity or



forbidden ectacy.